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Lifting the Veil

Author: Karen Burgress
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-27 16:26:32

I'd never felt so caged as I did this very moment, surrounded by those glass walls of Wolfe Industries's top floor conference room. Rain pounded against the panes, casting jumping shadows across the scattered documents telling the story of our deepest, darkest fears in black and white. My fingers betrayed my tension, quivering around a surveillance photo as my stomach churned its guilt over what I had pulled.

"The books don't lie," Fiona said, the slightest quiver to her voice as she gestured to her tablet. "The government's werewolf taskforce is being funded through a web of shell companies." Her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the mahogany table as she spoke, each tap echoing my racing heartbeat.

Callum's broad shoulders were tense, his powerful frame cast in shadow as he paced before the pack council, his eyes churning like the stormy London skyline. I couldn't tear my eyes from him, even as shame threatened to suffocate me. Every step he took was like another nail in the coffi
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