The air in the Kane Building's main boardroom was cold, stale, and thick with unspoken accusations. The panoramic windows, which usually offered a glittering view of a city they were trying to save, now felt like a screen displaying everything they were failing to protect. The room was packed, standing room only. The scent of wet wolf, cold vampire, and ozone-tinged witch magic created a cloying, tense mixture.
Alexander stood at the head of the long, obsidian table, his palms flat on the cool surface. He looked every inch the Alpha and CEO, but the weight pressing down on his shoulders was visible in the tight line of his jaw and the faint shadows under his silver eyes.
