Free Trace: Follow His Destiny by Jana Leigh

would think over everything she heard later, right now she was trying to act like a spoiled debutante, as if the reason she got the ambassadorship was nepotism and not an appointment for skills.
    Bama asked questions about Quin and Jaden and the she-wolf seemed to gloss over her answers and show her another empty conference room. Then they walked into a room where people actually appeared to be working or meeting. She had been very impressed at first, until she saw a whiteboard at the far end of the room. It had outlined some kind of plan for tomorrow. From her position near the door, she could read it quite clearly with her eagle sight. She was shocked and must have looked too long or too intently as she’d been quickly hustled out and into the elevator.
    All of a sudden, she became uneasy; the wolf had pulled out a phone and typed in a message then smiled a creepy smile at her, and then finally brought her to Braden’s office.
    Braden stood before her and was explaining that she would be meeting the Alphas soon.
    Bama’s eagle was hyper again and not getting a good feeling from the man and so she sat in silence.
    “We have a meeting in the morning tomorrow with the New Council, and I will set your appointment then. Until then, Roarke will be your immediate boss. He will be here shortly. I am so happy to have you here, with your family’s support we’ll be a fearsome Pack,” he said and she imagined him rubbing his hands together greedily, and did not care for the word ‘fearsome’ in his description; leaders should not be feared. She did not like the impression he gave; something seemed a little off about his attitude. He seemed excited, not calm or commanding, his actions did not seem like the controlled power of a Beta wolf.
    “Pardon me, Señor Braden, I must interrupt, you say Señor Roarke will be my boss?
    What does this mean? Boss? I thought my presence was to be appointed as the South American liaison to the New Council,” Bama said slowly.
    “Oh, of course, that will be your job. However, until things are set up, you will be answering to Roarke. We have a lot of things to work out, beginning tomorrow. Now when will your mother be sending more eagles?” Braden said.
    “I think we have what you would call a communication issue. I am here, this is all my mother is sending. I don’t think we set up a consulate, I need no staff. What more could you possibly need to be a liaison? If I need a secretary or an assistant, I could hire one locally, could I not?” she asked smoothly.
    Braden frowned and turned around and faced her. She didn’t like the wild look in the man’s eye. “Wait, what? Your mother said she would support me, I mean the New Council in its future endeavors. I can’t possibly guarantee that your interests will be secure unless we have eagles under my command.”
    Bama stood up and was about ready to tell the man where he could take his endeavor when the door opened and a tall, too smooth looking man came in.
    “Master,” the man said and Bama’s eyes widened. Why would this wolf call Braden Master? He was only the Beta of the Old Council, he was no leader.
    “Roarke, this is Blanca Arjelia Matilde Aguilar, our new member and representative from the South. I was just explaining to her that she will be falling under you,” Braden said a little too loudly.
    Roarke smiled and held out his hand. “Of course, Miss Aguilar, pleased to meet you. I have an office set up for you. The next few weeks are going to be very busy.”
    “Encantado,” Bama shook the man’s hand and then fought the urge to wipe it off on her pant suit. She knew it was rude, but she could not give him the normal greeting for business associates of a kiss on the cheek. It was easy to avoid Braden, as he’d never had the courtesy to come out from behind his desk. This Roarke though, he was slimy; she knew her mother should never have agreed to send her here. Something was really wrong; she needed to play into these