Nathan's POV
Peter rushed into the top-floor conference room, breathing a little too fast—like he'd sprinted the whole way up. The moment he stepped inside, I could sense his unease and confusion.
I noticed everything, I always did.
A werewolf's senses don't miss a thing.
Normally, a high-level meeting at Hemsworth Group meant a room full of department heads, shareholders and legal team members.
But today, there were only three of us.
Collins, Peter and me.
The tension in Peter's scent spiked the second he realized the room was nearly empty. His instincts were sharper when he was nervous, almost lupine in their own way.
Good. He should feel uneasy.
"Sit down," I said, gesturing to the chair closest to me.
His eyes flicked to it and he sat.
He didn't know why he'd been called in,
