Stanley had zero idea that Voren's strength wasn't something he just happened to have, but something built over years of brutal pack training, or that Voren wasn't even entirely human the way he was.
Werewolves moved through human spaces like they belonged there, blending into crowds so naturally that nobody ever questioned it, but for them, picking out a human took no effort at all since they swore humans carried a distinct scent that stood out no matter where they were.
Voren let out a low, rough laugh, the sound dragging through clenched teeth as pain tore across his body with every step he forced himself to take, and even though he tried to keep his posture steady, the faint limp he couldn't fully hide made it obvious he was pushing himself harder than he should have.
"You couldn't afford me," he said, his voice calm despite everything weighing on him. "Unless you're ready to drop at least ten billion a month, I'll be in your office first thing tomorrow morning."
