The boardroom at Wolfe Tower wasn’t simply a room; it was a kingdom carved into marble, glass, and steel.Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the night sky, a dark velvet backdrop against which the city glittered like a bed of fallen stars. The table was a monolith of obsidian, polished so smooth it reflected the faces gathered around it—a strange gallery of power. Some were human, their tailored suits whispering of old money and influence. Others were not. Vampire financiers with eyes like garnet wine, witches draped in silk threaded with sigils, and wolves from allied packs, their raw dominance barely veiled beneath Armani jackets.And at the head of it all sat Lucien Wolfe.He looked as though he owned the night. Midnight suit, tie knotted to perfection, amber eyes smoldering beneath lashes heavy enough to cut. A bandage hid the worst of the wound at his temple, but power radiated from him regardless—controlled, contained, and dangerous.Zaria sat at his right hand, where the whole wor
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