The next morning, Victor fights his exhaustion, giving Annabeth Prath all his attention.
“Listen, Victor,” she says, crossing her legs and sitting back in the chair in his office. “I understand that you’re working to bring a lot of…” she pauses, choosing her words, “great things…to our Pack. But,” she spreads her hands and smiles pleasantly. “I’m just not convinced that we have the same vision for the future.”
“Annabeth,” Victor says, leaning across his desk and putting a hand out, seeking to stop her as she stands up and lifts her bag. “Please, if you could just listen-“
“I think I’ve listened enough, Victor,” Annabeth says, walking to her door, followed by her two gigantic Betas. “The question is, are you listening. Really, thank you so much for a such a pleasant morning, the tea was
