[Ethan's POV]
The air in the Apex Tower boardroom was thick enough to choke on.
I sat at the right hand of the massive mahogany table, my tailored suit feeling more like a suit of armor than clothing. Two years ago, this room had been a sanctuary. Two years ago, when Jake Hart sat at the head of this table, the billionaires and politicians in these leather chairs hadn't dared to breathe too loudly. They had been terrified of him. They had felt the crushing, unnatural weight of his presence, and they had bowed.
But Jake wasn't here. He had been gone for seven hundred and thirty days.
And the wolves were beginning to realize the shepherd was dead.
