The steady drone of servers hummed through Jethro’s towering headquarters as Rashel walked to her office. Glass walls reflected sunlight, casting a glow on the city far below. Here, where code and teeth coexisted, every whisper carried the weight of dominance and politics. Rashel had grown used to working from Jethro’s estate, but this was different. The heart of Scepter Technologies, where werewolves in sleek suits built the future of the pack and policed their society. It had been a month, yet she had yet to feel at home, especially as the fraud allegations still hung over her head.
She had barely started reviewing the day’s security protocols when Jethro’s voice, warm and commanding, filtered through her earpiece.
“Come to conference room seven. It’s time you learned how deep these al
