The air in the Davos conference centre was thin, crisp, and smelled of money and ambition. It was a different kind of battlefield from the forests and pack houses Victoria Kane was used to, but the principles of warfare were the same: identify the enemy, understand the terrain, and exploit the weaknesses of your opponents. Her enemies here were not werewolves with fangs and fury, but men and women in tailored suits, armed with skepticism, budgets, and a deep-seated fear of the unknown.
