SLOANE
The next couple of days felt unreal.
Every morning, I walked into the Aragon Pack legal building with my shoulders tight and my heart racing. The place was huge. Glass walls. Dark wood floors. The scent of wolf everywhere—pine, smoke, clean sweat. Power lived in this building. You could feel it press against your skin the moment you stepped inside.
I still couldn’t believe I worked here.
Me.
Sloane Sinclair.
Half human. Half wolf.
A lawyer in one of the biggest firms under the Aragon pack.
Some days, I waited for someone to tap my shoulder and tell me there’d been a mistake.
My office was small compared to the others, but it was mine. A narrow desk. One bookshelf. A wide window that faced the snow-covered courtyard outside. Christmas lights were already strung along the iro
