Victor's POV
Of course, it was Justin. No one else would have the guts to barge into my office without announcing themselves first. Only my best friend would do that.
“Victor, I checked the contract. It’s all good. Just sign here.”
He walked in like he owned the place, dropping a stack of papers onto my desk. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in my posture and my silence.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Did Ava cause trouble again?”
My jaw tightened. I pressed my fingers against my temple, the pressure doing nothing to ease the noise in my head.
“Check the medical records,” I said finally, my voice low. “From the Werewolf Prison. Three years ago.”
Justin stilled.
“And send them to Reuben.”
The shift in the room was immediate. A sharp bang cracked through the air as J
