The rain lashing against the windows of the warehouse was nothing to the growing unease as I studied the wall of monitors before me. In the reflection in my screen, I watched Callum pace behind me, his amber eyes aglow with the tension he was trying to keep contained."Report," he barked into his phone, making me jump. Months into this working relationship, his Alpha voice still sent shivers down my spine."Three more packs just crossed into London, sir," my security analyst's voice crackled through the speaker. "All following the designated routes."I pulled up the tracking software I'd developed and watched the blinking dots converge on our location. Each one represented a would-be ally, or enemy; trusting anyone was like attempting to walk barefoot upon broken glass after everything that had occurred with Mark's betrayal."The Munich pack wants a change in arrival time," I said, trying to sound as neutral as possible despite the knot inside my stomach continuing to build. "Her Alp
Another screen: A flash of motion had my heart stopping. It was someone in black moving through the shadows on the second level of the warehouse; the guy raised something catching dim reflections of light."Alistair!" I pointed to the screen. "Sniper!"He was running, but I knew he'd never get to them in time. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I initiated the emergency protocols I had set up: the lights in the conference room cut out just as I heard the distinctive crack of a silenced rifle.Chaos erupted. Through the darkness, I saw wolves beginning to shift, heard roars and snarls as centuries-old rivalries exploded into violence. But my attention was riveted on the security feeds tracking the shooter in his flight through the maintenance corridors of the building. There was something in the way he moved that reverberated deep inside-the surety of each turn of the hall, which ones to take."Oh god," I whispered as recognition hit. "They shouldn't have known about that exit."I
Early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office at Blackwood Financial, casting long shadows across decades of board meeting minutes spread across my desk. Each yellowed page revealed another dark secret about my family's company - systematic persecution of werewolves spanning generations."This can't be real," I whispered, the tips of my fingers quivering as I traced a particularly damning paragraph detailing silver-based 'containment protocols.'The silver charm on the bracelet Callum had given me caught the light momentarily, blinding me. And the irony wasn't lost, either-here I was, mate to London's most powerful Alpha, unveiling my own company's hand in anti-werewolf violence.My phone buzzed. Another message from Callum: *Be careful, little fox. Something feels wrong today.*I couldn't tell him what I'd found yet. Not until I had proof. In twenty minutes, the board meeting would start, and I needed every scrap of evidence to expose decades of hatre
I stared at the wall of screens before me. My reflection fragmented across the glass walls of the conference room while every major news network displayed my whistleblower revelation. Morning sun caught my hair to the fight that was visibly going on to ignore shadows under my eyes from countless sleepless nights in preparation for this moment."Ms. Blackwood, your former CEO James Richardson claims these allegations are unfounded," the CNN anchor's voice cut through my thoughts. "How do you respond?"My jaws clasped together as James's familiar face flashed on screen. The feigned concern on his face turned my stomach."The documents speak for themselves," I said into the phone, careful not to let any shake in my tone. "Wolfe Industries has evidence of widespread discrimination against minorities for three years."I had seen, through the glass walls, Fiona pacing outside, her phone to her ear, her bright red hair ablaze in the morning light as she coordinated with our media contacts.J
The glass spire of Blackwood Financial shredded through the grey London air, its peak lost in mist-a wolf's fang aimed at the heavens. The boardroom door's cold handle shook beneath my fingers, a stark contrast to the acid sting of fear wafting from inside. Thready pulses raced inside chests, a cacophony of heartbeats blending with the steady tempos of Marcus's legal people,."Ready?" Callum's warm hand settled on my lower back, his touch sending a zip of electricity through my skin.I nodded, squaring my shoulders. "As I'll ever be."The boardroom fell silent as we entered. Marcus Chen, our pack's lead counsel, was arranging documents with military precision while other pack members positioned themselves strategically around the room. The humans shifted uncomfortably in their leather chairs, their anxiety a tangible thing to my wolf senses."Quite the crowd you've rounded up, Olivia." Amelia's voice cut through the silence like a knife. She strode in, her Louboutins clicking against
My heels clicked against ancient stone as I descended into the emergency council chamber beneath Wolfe Industries. Every step echoed with the weight of what was coming. What we'd done."They're waiting." Callum's voice carried that edge of authority that still made my wolf want to submit, even now."Let them wait." I straightened my blazer, a gesture more for my nerves than appearance. "We did what had to be done."The heavy oak doors opened, and the sea of hostile faces appeared. The energy from the pack leaders hit me like a wave- some were allies, others barely containing their rage. Modern screens with security feeds cast eerie blue light upon the chamber's stone walls, where the histories of the centuries of packs were etched in judgment.Protocol discarded, Marcus Chen rose before Callum could speak. "The corporate world was your playground, but this? Open warfare with Reynolds Corp?" His usually even voice shook. "We're one smartphone video away from exposure.""Sit down, Marcu
Outside Callum's office, the thunder booms as I slip through heavy oak doors, pulled by some inescapable force I couldn't explain. My newly enhanced werewolf senses detect the musty scent of ancient books and something else-fear, perhaps-lingering in the walls themselves."What are you hiding, Callum?" I whisper, running my fingers over the spines of leather-bound volumes.The storm outside intensifies, and I find myself in front of a section of the wall that feels different. My wolf stirred, scenting something behind the loose panel. As I pry it open, yellowed scrolls spill into my trembling hands.I could feel my heart as it raced while translating those archaic symbols I've been studying. Each word chilled my blood a little further."'Born of betrayal's pain, changed by love's sacrifice, marked by the storm's fury.'" The words echo in the vacant office. "No. this can't be."Thudding footsteps enter. I whirl to find Callum in the doorway, his face a mask of resignation."You weren't
I stood in the center of a ritual circle, with the stench of sage and wolfsbane burning my nostrils, as three ancient witches closed the triangle around me. Hundreds of black candles cast dancing shadows along the stone walls of this chamber beneath the London pack house."Stop fidgeting," Agnes whispered, her milky eyes managing to find mine in this dim light. "The energies must align perfectly."I didn't move, didn't twitch, even when every instinct inside of me yelled to stand and run. My gaze slid to the place where Callum had retreated into the darkness; yellow eyes glowed back within the candlelight. The weight of his regard stirred my skin, as unrelenting in my ire as my abiding outrage."You had no right to turn me," I said into the silence. "And then put me through this?"Callum stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "Olivia-""Silence!" Moira ordered, her dark skin aglow with ritual markings. "The ceremony starts.The three witches clasped hands, their voices intertwining in som
Harsh shadows from fluorescent lights of the parking garage of Wolfe Industries proved unrelenting as I followed after Alistair into it. My heels, though clicking softly off concrete, barely provided an echo against the rains outside that drummed without a break. Our enforcer acted strange lately and there was only one way to determine exactly why."The security protocols have been updated, just like you requested.".I froze, plastering myself against a concrete pillar. Three unfamiliar werewolves stood with him near a service entrance, their postures tense."The access codes?" one of them demanded."All here." Alistair held up a thumb drive. "Everything you need."My heart hammered. Was our enforcer really betraying the pack? After everything Callum had done for him?Motion drew my attention. From behind another pillar, two more werewolves emerged, their eyes gleaming predatorily in the dim light. Every instinct screamed trap, but not for who I expected.The original three werewolves
My hands shaking, I traced the worn leather binding of the pack records. The setting sun cast long shadows across my office at Wolfe Industries, each darkening stripe a reminder of how much I stood to lose if I was wrong. Or right."Someone's been feeding to Edinburgh." I growled low to myself, scanning page after page of meetings that shouldn't have leaked. Last time the pack was betrayed-three dead. That couldn't happen again, but being on the investigating end into Callum's inner circle made me a traitor in my own right.A jarring knock yanked me out of my reverie. I slammed the journal shut as Fiona filled the doorway, her copper curls catching what was left of the light."Plan on sharing what's had you buried in the archives?" Her eyes went green, narrowing to pin me with that uncomfortably perspicacious stare that served her so well as beta."I-" The words caught in my throat as I weighed my options. Trust had gotten the last beta killed. Along with two others."Someone leaked t
The e-mail on my screen sent chills running down my spine."Just wanted to follow up on our discussion regarding the Q3 projections." Marcus's words stared at me, each sentence a red flag. We'd been trading together for a decade and a half. This was not Marcus."Something's wrong." I muttered, scanning the message again. The Marcus I knew never used phrases like "circling back" or "touch base." He was direct, almost blunt. This email read like a corporate template.A knock at my door jerked me out of that reverie. Callum filled the doorway, a commanding presence even in a perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit. But the tight set of his jaw told me he wasn't there to make a social visit."Board meeting in ten minutes," he said without preamble, amber eyes raking my face. "You found something."It wasn't a question. The mate bond between us hummed with shared tension, even if we tried to keep things professional at work."Marcus Chen's latest communications." I turned my laptop toward him. "R
My fingers traced the intricate patterns of the werewolf bloodlines on the ancient tapestry as if my life depended on it. The rain clawed at the leaded glass windows of Callum's study, casting wavering shadows across the scattered reports of recent pack attacks."These attacks aren't random." My voice cut through the tension-filled silence. "Look at the pattern, Callum. Every targeted pack has the same profile."Callum's pacing stopped. "What do you mean?""Large quantities of turned wolves. Human mates." I pivoted, facing him while my analyst's brain churned the numbers. "Someone is targeting specific packs. Those that don't fit into a certain. mold."Standing by the door, Fiona winced, readjusting her bandaged arm, still tender from last night's attack on our territory. "You think it's connected?""I know there is." I pulled out one of the reports. "The Thompson pack in Manchester-60% turned wolves. The Murray pack in Edinburgh-highest number of human mates in Scotland. The Chen pac
I squinted at my monitor, the endless stream of numbers and financial data on the screen beginning to blur. Midnight was long since past, but I couldn't stop-not now that I was getting close."Come on, show me what you're hiding," I muttered, cross-referencing another set of transactions.My office in London's financial district overlooked the glittering skyline, but I barely paid any attention anymore. Three days of obsessive digging through corporate records had left me running on nothing but coffee and determination.The soft ping of an incoming message drew my attention. Callum: "Three more disappeared from the Munich pack. Whatever's happening, it's accelerating."My fingers trembled as I typed out in response: "I might have something. Give me an hour."Before me lay encrypted files that painted none-too-comforting pictures of a network of shell companies, each funneling in barrels of money for research facilities studying "genetic anomalies in canine DNA." It was one of those co
The musty scent of ancient parchment filled my lungs as I traced my fingers over the crumbling manuscript. Isabella's sharp intake of breath beside me broke the heavy silence of the London Pack House archives."Olivia, look at this." She quivered, her finger dancing to a part of text; ancient runes danced across the dimly lit area. "When pure blood meets tainted, the old ways shall rise again."My heart stuttered. "What's that supposed to mean?""It's a prophecy." Isabella's voice had dwindled down to a whisper. "One speaking of purifying bloodlines."Above us, footsteps-Callum in his office-dealt with the constant stream of messages from traditional Alpha families. Every step sounded just like the cadence of doom approaching."There's more," Isabella said, her finger tracing the page. "The prophecy speaks of a ritual. something about the purifying of the wolf-blood."A cold shiver ran down my spine as my phone buzzed. From Fiona: *Where are you? Emergency.*"We need to tell Callum,"
The ancient oak doors loomed before me, carved wolves seeming to leap in the flickering torchlight. My fingers brushed against Callum's suit jacket, seeking reassurance I wasn't ready to admit I needed."Ready?" Callum's voice was low, meant only for me."As I'll ever be." I squared my shoulders, thanking whatever star aligned to grant me a designer dress worthy of a lot more poise than I currently owned. "Though I still think bringing a former human to the Alpha Council may be perceived as.insensitive.""You're my mate." His jaw worked his tone final. "They'll deal with it."It seemed that the groan of the heavy doors as they swung open had echoed along the private wing. The setting sun was shining through the stained glass window, casting blood-red shadows on the teak surface, where twelve ornate chairs were drawn up to a huge circular table. My enhanced senses picked up mingled scents of anxiety, ambition, and something darker that stirred my wolf uneasily.Viktor Petrov was the fi
The smell of fear thickened in the war room as reports kept coming in. My fingers flew over the keyboard, following a web of financial deceit through Wolfe Industries. "Got something," I said, tugging Callum's attention from his phone. "The authorizations all came from a single terminal in the executive wing. Terminal ID matches." I let the words trail off, blood turning cold."Matches what?" Callum asked. There was an edge in his voice."Amelia's office."The silence that followed was resounding. Amelia Thornton - pack elder, board member, and the woman who'd warned me about a rising power. Had she been playing us all along?"That can't be," Fiona cut in. "Amelia's family has been loyal to the Wolfes for generations.""Numbers don't lie." I turned the laptop toward them. "Every transfer, every shell company, all traced back to her terminal."Callum's phone buzzed again. His face clouded over as he read the message. "Viktor wasn't the only one. They found the Swedish Alpha's body. Sam
The moon cast long shadows across Callum's office, where stacks of missing persons reports littered his normally pristine desk. I clutched the financial documents in my hands as the weight of what I had found hit me squarely between the eyes."Callum," I called, the tension evident in my tight voice. "We have a problem."He glanced up, his amber eyes flashing in a heartbeat. Same effect my heart got, despite all we had survived so far. "What'd you find?""Someone has been siphoning funds out of Wolfe Industries." I fanned the documents out over his desk, nudged the reports detailing the missing werewolves out of the way. "Shell companies. They all belong to various known hunter organizations. Systematic transfers-the dates go back months.""Show me." Callum's voice held that razor's edge I'd become so familiar with-the Alpha strangling his anger.I indicated the records of the transactions. "Here. Regular payments, always just shy of the reporting threshold. Whoever did this, knows ou