The next morning, I stepped through the gleaming glass doors of Pinnacle Industries.
I caught the scent before I saw her—Kaia's distinctive blend of jasmine and confidence. My packmate appeared moments after I settled behind my desk, her dark eyes alight with curiosity.
"How did the trap work out?" she asked, sliding into the chair across from me.
My lips curved into a predatory smile. "Exactly as planned."
"Did you get the evidence?"
"Of course." I slid my phone across the polished mahogany. "Lucian had the security team pull the club footage. Howard Banks won't be a problem anymore."
Kaia's wolf flashed in her eyes as she watched the recording, her lip curling in disgust when Howard began removing his pants. She paused the video. "Goddess, a little warning next time b
