Adrian's POV
I sat in the private ward at Emberfall Hospital, watching the boardroom feed play out on the screen before me. My thin lips curled into a cold, mocking arc.
Let them show their hands. Every wolf who bared his teeth was a wolf I'd remember.
On the screen, my sister was already walking into the slaughter.
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The Storm Industries boardroom had fallen silent as Katrina's heels clicked against the marble.
She'd walked into a battlefield—the men around the circular table looked like wolves who'd already smelled blood. Faces of stone. Eyes flickering with secrets.
Marcus had been busy. He'd recruited two board members with real voting power. The kind that could break any decision she pushed through.
Money, or something they'd rather keep buried? Katrina's g
