“You pick. I have no idea,” I say, gazing at a table full of themes for the ball. Wiley, Kent, Jordan, and Elayna are all gazing down at it like they’re studying Kent’s and my detailed plan to trap my father.

After the last five days, I’m swimming in sweet love with my mates, plotting to foil an assassination by staging one, and party planning details.

The party, as Elayna reminds us hourly, is as important as catching my father. After all, enough Alphas and ...