Chapter 7

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Chapter 7 THE WAR ROOM WAS RUTH’S replacement for the dank den in the basement previously designated as the alpha’s office. Instead of accepting her father’s space when she assumed his job, she’d built an extra level on top of Pack Central, a glass-sided penthouse from which she could observe half the compound when the weather was good. The weather wasn’t good. When I entered, smoke still blocked our view of ground level. In contrast, Luke’s sister appeared to be dressed for a day at the spa. Her flowered sundress contrasted with the mahogany furniture and leather desk chair. Pink sandals with rhinestone daisies on the toe straps shone against the polished wooden floor. I blinked. “Who are you and what did you do with Ruth?” “Not all of us can rock the just-crawled-out-the-swamp look.

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