"I'm surprised you agreed to come, head chief," Blanca said with a small smile as she surveyed the rest. She saw that the two massive bodyguards of Ambrosia from the western pack kept looking at her and whispering to each other.
The one-eyed old woman shrugged. "Oh, I have no choice. My coven has nothing."
Blanca's gaze panned across the room of bickering leaders. The head chief continued, "That's the great thing about being a hunter. You don't get to say no." The old woman patted her on the shoulder and then took her seat again.
Blanca frowned at the alphas. They were so petty, fighting their kind, fighting other supernatural kinds. She'd been right the first time. Liam was definitely punishing her.
She put her fingers in her mouth and whistled.
That got their attention. They all stopped and stared at her. The werewolves had their hands over their ears. Well, it looked like she'd found a new weapon against them.