Darius's POV
I pressed my back against the door, breathing in her lingering scent until it filled every corner of my lungs. She was everything I craved, everything I needed. The plan was already forming in my mind, each piece falling into place with deadly precision. Grant had to fall. But this required surgical precision, not brute force. I would need my father's resources, Alpha Theodore's connections that ran deeper than most realized.
One week until the next Luna trial. Seven days to orchestrate chaos while maintaining perfect silence.
The pack territory stretched below my office window, lights twinkling like stars against the darkness. I studied the scattered files documenting Grant's criminal empire, each page revealing another tentacle of corruption reaching into the human underworld. The mafia boss had built his fortune on blood money, washing millions through his casino operations. Tonight, I would begin dismantling his house of cards.
