Zane's POV
I stared at the receipt in my hand, frowning at the amount I'd just paid to those protestors outside Frostline Enterprises.
"She won't get away with this," I muttered, crumpling the receipt and tossing it into a nearby trash can as I stalked back to my car. "No one makes a fool of Zane Thorne, Alpha of the Stoneclaw Pack."
My wolf was restless inside me. *She smelled different. Stronger.*
I pushed the thought away.
Whatever game Sylvia was playing, it wouldn't matter once I found Frostline's weak spot and drove them into the ground.
They'd made too many enemies over the years – someone had to have the information I needed.By the time I stormed through the doors of my executive suite, I was ready to tear someone apart.
"What the hell is this garbage?" I sna
