Greyson spent the rest of the evening trapped behind his desk, surrounded by stacks of pastel-colored files while preparing for the Wolfen Council’s monthly investment meeting. Normally, work like this came easily to him. Numbers, business, pack duties all made sense to him. However, tonight, his mind refused to settle into his work.
Every time he tried to focus on the reports, his thoughts drifted back towards the attack, towards Aaron and the team. He couldn’t stop thinking about how close everything had come to falling apart.
“f**k!” Greyson cursed. He banged his desk hard enough to make several folders slide sideways onto the floor.
Exhausted, he leaned back in his chair and pressed his fingers against his eyes. He could have lost Aaron today. The thought alone made anger coil vi
