[KAEL'S POV]
The blood on the mahogany table had already been cleaned, but the air in my office still tasted like a challenge.
I stood by the window, my coat discarded, the sleeves of my white shirt rolled up to my elbows as I watched the gray city below. My wolf was still pacing, his claws scraping against the back of my ribs, completely unsatisfied by the execution of Vance. He didn't care about the VP. He was snarling because the Omega hadn't returned to her desk.
The concrete jungle stretching out beneath Wolfe Tower was silent, but inside these walls, the air was humming with an unresolved electricity. My city was built on absolute obedience, a flawless machinery of power and dominance that I had spent a century perfecting. Yet, a singular, broken girl from a pathetic border pack h
