Kayden's POV
The sterile light of the office bled into the early hours of the next morning. The table was a mess of our own making. Laptops showed financial models, and confidential reports spilled out of their folders. I had spent hours signing papers and making quick, sharp gestures to explain our plans.
We planned for every "what if." We appointed new leaders and protected the company so it wouldn't fall apart without us. Organizing the survival of the business was simple enough. The hard part was the quiet moments in between, which felt louder than everything else.
My brothers and I still have a lot of questions that need to be answered, and we would only get it when we leave this city. But there was another raw wound we'd all been meticulously avoiding.
My wolf was not so easily distracted. It paced in the cage of my ribs, a restless, mournful presence.
