Draven's POV
As I sat in my hotel room overlooking Central Park, I couldn't help but wonder about the new assistant who would be joining my team. Her voice had completely muddled the details I needed to confirm, and I was irritated by my inability to articulate my thoughts, my mind in such disarray. In the end, I had shouted at the woman on the other end of the line like a madman. I probably scared her half to death. Perhaps she'd be gone by the time I returned, and Clara would have my head.
Clara had been the perfect assistant, but with her taking charge of our London operations, I needed someone equally competent to fill her shoes. The pack's business was expanding rapidly, and I had to adapt quickly.
My wolf, Alaric, stirred restlessly in my mind.
"Are you sure about this, Draven? A
