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It was stupid to be a werewolf without a pack; Yara knew that well enough. But even though she was a natural-born wolf and her mother had taught her everything she knew before illness took her, Yara never knew who her father was.

According to her mother, her father was a bit of a loner hailing from a pack across the country. She hadn't gone into details, and Yara never asked; sometimes it hurt less to know less. Still, there were times she wondered what it felt like to live as a wolf among wolves. It was a longing as deep and old as her body, tugging at her very soul whenever the moon was full.

Locked indoors, she could never go to them when they sang their songs. Once morning came, the memory of that pull was fleeting and easy to ignore.

The truth was, she had been resisting the pull because she was scared—scared of the unknown. She had always been alone and told herself she didn't need anyone else. After all, what could other wolves offer her? She knew the biggest and strongest among them fought for dominance, and she was well aware she couldn't challenge them. What was the point, then? Joining only to be ridiculed for her inability to fit in?

So, she never reached out. She kept a quiet, boring life, worked a mediocre office job, and paid her dues. She was doing well for herself; she had a stable job and was content with her life. She didn't need anything else—especially not a pack.

Or so she thought.

"Ms. Samuels, we’ve been reviewing your numbers for the past year and a half. Outstanding work, really. We’re quite impressed."

Yara glowed with pride. It wasn't every day—or ever, actually—that her supervisor complimented her. "Thank you, sir."

The man behind the desk nodded. "With that being said, we’re thinking of transferring you to one of our lucrative branches. How do you feel about that?"

"Oh. Uh..." Yara faltered for a moment. "Would I be working the same position?"

"Not quite." Her boss leaned forward, observing her more closely. "You see, Ms. Samuels, a specific position recently opened up. I’ll be frank: we were ordered to find a replacement as soon as possible. You would be doing secretarial work for one of the highest-ranking members of the company. Would this be a problem?"

The answer was yes, it would. However, Yara could only blink, thoroughly bewildered. "Wait, why me, sir?"

"You have good numbers, a good mind, and a great attitude. You’re likable, Ms. Samuels. And we need someone likable."

The hair on the back of Yara’s neck prickled. "Oh... difficult clients, or...?"

"No," the man sighed, rubbing his forehead. "A difficult boss, actually. You haven't heard of Xander Knightley, have you? Of course you haven't. I’ll be unprofessionally frank because I like you: he is a very strong-minded individual. Your pay will increase, and for good reason. Normally I wouldn’t say anything, but you’re a good kid and I’m not keen on throwing you to the wolves—at least not without you understanding what you’re getting yourself into."

"Can I... think about this for a while?" Yara asked, unsure of how to proceed.

"Of course," her boss said. "But in case you’re interested in the details, here is an outline of your duties and the pay grade you would start at. Additionally, there are pay raises and bonus tiers for you to look over."

"Thank you, sir," Yara said, accepting the envelope and excusing herself.

She tucked the information away and didn't take it out of her bag until she got home. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when she finally saw it. Her pay wouldn't just double—it would quadruple. Reading the list of duties, she began to understand why. She would basically become a corporate executive's personal lapdog, responsible for everything from scheduling meetings to coffee runs. The list of tasks was so long it stretched onto the next page.

But the money was good. So damn good, in fact, that Yara had a hard time turning it down. She had bled and sweated to claw her way through college on her own after nearly ten years as an orphan. She was content, but she still lost a significant portion of her income to student loans. If she took this position, she could pay them off in a single year.

Yet, she’d be going from sales to secretarial work. It didn't exactly sit well with her, but what could she do? Apparently, they were scouring for someone to deal with a difficult boss, and she was fairly level-headed. You had to be grounded in sales, after all, which she suspected had more to do with her selection than her numbers did.

It took her two days to decide, but there was no helping it. She had to accept. It would have been unwise not to, despite the risks.

"Glad to hear it, Ms. Samuels," her boss said following Yara’s agreement. "We’ll have you settled in by the beginning of next week."

Yara just hoped she wouldn’t regret it.