Confrontation

Draken POV

“She’s certainly already made a splash here, hasn’t she?” Gael, my Beta, remarks lazily. He lounges back in the deep leather chair situated across from my massive oak desk, crossing his legs with an air of casual amusement.

I look up from the stack of quarterly reports, forced to agree with his assessment. The rigid, stubborn hierarchy of our werewolf-run company usually intimidates