Kingston
The meeting was supposed to be a straightforward update on the goings-on of some werewolf political drama. There wasn’t supposed to be any surprises. Just numbers and plans and the kind of sterile decisions that I’d long ago grown accustomed to.
But of course, that’s not how my life ever seemed to go.
I was sitting in the large conference room with the pack’s executives, a mix of serious faces deep in thought around me, their attention focused on the digital presentation in front of us.
Ethan was beside me, his expression professional, his posture as commanding as always. I tried to ignore the way his closeness made my skin crawl, remembering how Cora had looked at her front door with her tear-stained cheeks and a diamond ring on her finger.
I tried instead to concentrat
