Aubrette arrived to the Alpha’s office and greeted everyone, including Alpha Gretta, who told Slade to hang up. She’d call right back, make it a video conference call and to put her up on the big screen in his office, so everyone could see her and she them; which he did.
“Alpha Gretta.” Mischa nodded to her. She’d not actually met her in person before, and it was good to put a face to a name. “I have prepared an e-mail for you myself; of my life and all that’s happened to me. Which will show you how I came to be here and why I am doing this. Do you wish that I send it to you? So you can have the full picture,” Mischa asked.
“Yes, send it.” Gretta nodded.
Mischa clicked into the drafts of her personal e-mail and clicked the send button. She had used her remote access to log into the pack
