Millicent
The pack meeting hall was even more intimidating than I'd imagined. Think massive courthouse meets medieval throne room, with enough barely contained aggression to make my omega instincts scream at me to run. Hundreds of shifters filled the space, their combined presence making the air feel thick and hard to breathe.
I found my assigned seat with the senior staff, grateful Camden had suggested keeping me away from the main floor. Close enough to help Abel if needed, far enough to avoid most of the political drama. At least that was the theory.
I'd dressed conservatively - black suit, hair pulled back in a tight bun, minimal makeup. Just another omega assistant, nothing special, nothing worth noticing. My tablet was ready for notes, my hands steady despite the anxiety crawling
