Grace
Esme smoothly produced a document, laying it out on the table for me to peruse.
"Read. Understand and sign."
The parchment felt charged with magical glyphs. As I skimmed through the contents, it became apparent that this was a contract outlining the terms of the audit to be conducted by Stormclaw. The clauses were carefully worded, and the terms seemed fair, emphasizing transparency and cooperation. It also detailed that Esme would represent me, Mooncrest, and Wolfe Medical against the States and the Inter-Species Alliance if necessary.
While I reviewed the contract, Esme took a seat and started reading the documents and left by the Inter-Pack Police. Her scrutiny was sharp as if she could glean the essence of the situation just by studying the papers. It was a testament to her e
