Lance's POV
It had been a week since the passing of the Chairman of Carter Holdings and here I was standing at the gates of the funeral house where his body was about to be cremated.
I'd wanted to cut ties with the Carter family long before now but Daniel had insisted I stay close until my scent returned. The ritual I had undergone to reclaim my Alpha nature from being scentless was still incomplete. The seer had warned she could not predict how long it would take before my true aura manifested again after I've suppressed it as a beta for all these years.
I hated the waiting. Hated the powerlessness. This should have been the perfect moment to strike the Carter's. Take them unawares. The family was weakened, grieving and distracted by the power tussle that will begin soon. But without my Alpha strength, without my scent to back my presence, I was nothing but a shadow biding his time.
