Third person's POV
The arrival at Pack Ace's International was a quiet one. Liora Quinn adjusted her coat as she stepped off the moving walkway, her assistant already messaging ahead about transport arrangements. She was halfway through skimming a briefing file when raised voices cut through the background noise. She looked up instinctively.
A small crowd had formed near the customs exit. At the center stood the man from earlier, the one she had bumped into before boarding. He was unmistakable now, posture straight despite being boxed in, his expression controlled but sharp around the edges.
Several wolves surrounded him, their body language aggressive without tipping fully into violence. Their voices rose and fell in a language Liora recognized but knew was difficult for outsid
