The next morning, Kia and Logan walked side by side into the tall, mirrored building that bore Kia’s name. Logan slowed as the automatic doors slid open, his eyes sweeping across the marble floor, the sleek lines of steel and glass, the workers moving briskly in their pressed suits.

Kia’s empire.

Logan had heard about it, but seeing it in front of him was different. Kia had carved a place for himself in the human world, hiding his wolf beneath smiles and sharp clothes. How he managed to ...