Foster’ POV
My wolf, Aksher, restless and pacing anxiously inside me, we arrived at this brand new office building in downtown Seattle. The email address on the divorce papers led me here—to a law firm that seemed to think it could steal everything I had.
I pushed through the glass doors, my dominance radiating in waves that made the receptionist straighten in her chair. Her eyes widened as she recognized me - Alpha Foster Thorn of the Silver Lake Pack. My reputation preceded me.
"I need to speak with whoever is handling my mate's case," I growled, not bothering with pleasantries. The scent of Summer lingered faintly in the air - she'd been here recently, confirming my suspicions.
"I-I'll see if Ms. Sage is available," the woman stammered, reaching for her phone with tremblin
