Return of the Nameless Alpha
A human world entity nobody in this pack has ever heard spoken aloud, and somehow, overnight, the sole holder of every scrap of debt anchoring Vane ancestral land.
"Explain this to me." His voice drops low enough that the words land more like a growl than a sentence, and he doesn't look up from the parchment when he says it. "How does a firm with no scent, no face, and no history buy our entire territory out from under us without a single alert reaching my desk."
Julian stands rigid near the window, spine straight enough to measure against, a financial ledger open in both hands. The scar through his eyebrow catches the firelight when he tilts his head, and his eyes move down the page one mor