#Chapter 230 - The Summit Continues

3rd Person

Roger watched the delegations warily approach the refugee camp, unloading from an identical convoy of shiny black cars parked at the entrance of the air field. Some appeared far more curious than others, keeping their expressions open and interested, if somber. A few Alphas however, most notably the Storm Forest and Midnight leaders, appeared as though they had no intention of letting the harrowing scenes ahead sway their opinions.

Even so, the new Beta could only focus a fraction of his attention on their mindset. He was far more preoccupied ensuring the airfield and camp were as secure as possible before the visit, and his wolf was always somewhat distracted when Cora was near. He’d yet to see her today, but he knew she was somewhere in the medical tents, her faint floral scent discernible through the cool morning air.

Maybe we should go ahead of the group, Roger's wolf suggested, to make sure everything is ready and do a final threat assessment.

And flirt with a certain stubborn human, since we probably won’t get another chance today? Roger replied, sorely tempted by the idea but knowing he couldn't abandon his duty for such a frivolous reason.

It's a thought. The mischievous canine answered, we haven't spoken since yesterday morning. It would be a wasted opportunity when she's clearly warming to us. The beast is whining like a pup, and I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. There's nothing more determined or impossible than a besotted wolf. Come on, he cajoles eagerly, wagging his tail. Think of how cute she’ll be, trying to act all grumpy even though we can hear heart racing.

We can’t - we can't afford to get distracted. I want to see her as badly as you do, but this isn't the time.

Hmph. His wolf grumbled, spoilsport.

Roger glanced at the slow moving party behind him. The Alphas and their advisors were being led into the camp by the King, Sinclair and Ella. His brother kept his mate tucked safely under one arm as they approached the airfield. The planes were due to arrive any moment, and Roger knew they were all a bit tense for the first transport conducted without James's leadership.

area, his sharp gaze landing on his brother. At this short distance, there was no difficulty communicating through their

signaled imminent landing with no signs of trouble. I can either stay here to help with the disembarkment, or I can go ahead of the group with a few soldiers and act as an advance

not getting

tactical strategy and might be helpful. I'll only approach her if I have a good reason... otherwise I'll just look. Roger insisted, wondering if he was trying to convince

touch?" His

scent marking, and certainly no kissing... or

could feel his left eye twitching,

important. We can talk about it later. Roger

Cora was visibly anxious yesterday when you were late for the welcome event. She kept asking if everyone was there and didn't calm down until I explained

kind of information I need right

refugees coming in. Our men are well trained, but this is James's

more thing. Sinclair interjected, raking his cool gaze over their visitors. See if you can't get close to some of the other Betas. See if you can get a leg

now? Roger inquired, not the least

enjoy that role. Sinclair replied. And don’t worry I’ll talk you up to Cora if you're not with us when

to play this moving forward. Cora was stubborn and skittish for reasons that he both understood, and couldn't know unless she told him. She was also brilliant and beautiful and stop it... Roger hissed at himself. No

the camp. He watched the Vanaran Alphas like a hawk, trying to assess their response to the suffering shifters in the camp. Luckily they all seemed very engaged, but Roger couldn't help thinking about the welcome feast. They had

more stunning than he’d remembered. However, not everyone was so impressed. "You have a human administering medical care? You've given her access

- at the highest level.

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