Walking back into Knight Industries as a pack member felt like stepping into a completely different world.
My desk looked the same, but everything else had changed. I carried the Shadow Ridge Pack mark now—subtle supernatural signatures that marked me as belonging to Christian's territory. The problem was, not everyone seemed happy about it.
Sarah from accounting looked up when I passed her cubicle, her nose wrinkling like she'd smelled something rotten. Mike from IT actually turned his back on me when I said good morning.
My wolf whined with confusion. Weren't we supposed to be a pack now? Weren't they supposed to accept me?
I settled into my chair with my coffee, trying to ignore the hostile glances. The Blackstone Industries file stared at me from my desk, but I couldn't f
