Kian's POV
I'd barely slept, my mind working overtime on issues that I couldn't solve with the soundtrack of my wolf poking at my stupidity, a constant noise in the background.
Which is why I was still wide awake when my inbox went crazy.
I half thought that it might be some sort of spam account that either Erin or Layla had targeted me with in a childish bid for payback, but as I opened my inbox with the scowl already firmly etched on my forehead, my blood ran cold.
My inbox was filled with short, precise messages that contained no friendly flourish, no excuses for their actions, just a list of names and numbers that read like a death sentence to so many contracts that we had in the works.
"Riverfront development: investors withdrew. Effective immediately."
"Southern w
