Not this time.

ARIEL

Les and I entered the conference hall and I took in the sight of everyone standing in orderly lines, all looking curios and skeptical.

At the front of the room stood an older, distinguished-looking man in a sharp suit, exuding raw authority. Beside him was a younger man, clearly our new supervisor. His posture was relaxed but confident with a slight smile on his face as his gaze swept over everyone gathered.

“Is that him?” I whispered to Les.

He nodded, whispering back, “That’s Kyle Meadow. Heard he’s a Lycan, too.”

Of course. Just what we needed, another one of them supervising us humans. I folded my arms, trying to blend in, but I couldn’t ignore the way the new guy, Kyle, exuded this annoyingly calm energy, as if he owned the room.

And the way he carried himself, it was hard to deny he looked good, too dark hair, striking blue eyes, and a voice that dripped with charm.

But that didn’t make him any less a Lycan, did it?

The older man cleared his throat, silencing the whispe