All Varden had been feeling for the last five days was pure and undiluted anger. He had tried his best to distract himself with work, but that hadn’t worked out. Right now, he felt like ripping off his clothes, shifting, and charging down the streets of Seattle in his magnificent black wolf form. Something that was probably going to get him arrested as the rules of Seattle had werewolves in the shadows.
Heck! He was frustrated as hell!
“So we don’t have a project to replace the one we lost yet? We would be at a loss by the end of the financial year if we don’t get our hands on something!” Varden roared, glaring wildly at the men and women seated at the conference table with him. Including his own brothers.
Draco and Oliver just sat there in silence, and had been like that since the begi
