Elias’s pov :
The conference room at Kingsley Company headquarters thrummed with tension, the air thick with the scents of polished oak, fresh coffee, and the underlying musk of shifter executives, alphas and betas from allied packs, their auras pressing against mine like a subtle challenge. I sat at the head of the long table, golden eyes scanning the projected charts: merger projections with Silverfang logistics, border security integrations, and the latest on rogue threats from Darius's network.
This meeting was crucial, sealing a multi-million deal that would fortify Kingsley pack territories and boost company revenue by twenty percent. Ronan sat to my right, his silver hair catching the light as he outlined patrol synergies, his voice steady. Across from him, Jessy, interning
