NYRA

It felt like the world had shifted under my feet.

The man we’d been chasing, the one who had been causing all this chaos, was not some unknown wolf hiding in the shadows. It was him. Our director.

That useless, lying, perverted old man.

Even now, sitting here with Lena, I wasn’t entirely shocked. Part of me had suspected his kind of foolishness for a while, the way he sneered at anyone who crossed him, the way he looked at us with that mix of arrogance and something darker.

But ...