The Next Day
Lynn's POV
I arrived at the law firm on time, but when I opened the meeting room door, I found it already packed with people—no, werewolves.
Every chair around the long table occupied. Every head turning toward me in unison.
That's when I realized that most of my colleagues were actually werewolves.
The shift in the room is immediate and unmistakable—not the wariness I got in my first weeks here, not the skepticism I had to argue down case by case.
Deference.
'Finally,' Iris says, with the satisfaction of someone who was never uncertain about this outcome.
Richardson stands at the head of the table. He gives me a single measured nod—and waits for me to take my seat.
"Many of you have worked alongside Lynn for some time. But you may not have fully understood is who she
