Jasmin suffered silently through the formal dinner that Black Crow had for its satellite packs. She really hated all this political posturing. A long table had been set up to accommodate the leaders and their mates, and smaller tables were arranged around the room for the other members who had arrived. The omegas had prepared a special dinner of roasted turkey, and winter vegetables. Eudora had praised the kitchen staff for their wonderful efforts in front of all the visitors – something that had never, ever happened before. They blushed proudly and worked even harder to make sure that the service was excellent.
Eudora was slumped in her chair. She was unusually quiet and tired looking, as she pushed a potato around and around an island of turkey. Jasmin watched her and felt a twin
