BRIAN

For the first time in years, my three primary monitors were not displaying live safehouse video feeds, thermal perimeter scans, or encrypted signal trackers. Instead, line after line of financial spreadsheets, property deeds, and pack infrastructure budgets covered the glass displays.

I took a drink of black coffee, set the cup down on a coast, and opened the master ledger for our northern territory.

The physical fight with Alita was finished, but the damage she and Merlin had done to our pack's corporate network was sitting right here on my screens. Over thirty-six months, Merlin had systematically pulled capital from three of our primary distribution centers, shifted seven thousand...