The thick stack of Apex Land Ventures’ public filings laid before me, serving as tangible proof that Darian was not only a werewolf, but a governing werewolf whose existence revolved around corporate espionage and territorial conquest. The absurdity of it all was still a background hum, but it was currently drowned out by the satisfying crunch of financial data.
I was lost in my work before he even settled in the armchair. I didn’t need to look at him to know he was watching. His presence was a constant, heavy weight in the room, but it no longer registered as a personal threat. He was serving the purpose of surveillance — a guard. Though that threat he thought would get inside the prison he’d designed was still questionable.
I worked around him though. My pen flew across the pages, t
