Chapter 83 Hiding A Gem In His Pack

• ​Maxwell didn’t walk; he prowled with a rugged, uneven pace that spoke of a hundred surviving death matches. He trailed a grime-stained finger along the edge of a pristine bookshelf, leaving a smudge of grey dust on the polished wood.
• ​“Nice place you got here, Fenris,” Maxwell drawled, his voice like gravel grinding together. He looked around the high ceiling with a mocking tilt of his head. “Silver-Moon always did love glorifying their luxurious little cages. Makes it easier to forget you're just beasts in suits, I suppose.”
• ​Alpha Fenris remained motionless behind his desk. His form was carved from shadow, his eyes glowing with a cold, predatory light that would have sent any other wolf to their knees. He didn't rise. He didn't acknowledge the insult.