#Chapter 10 Classic Medical

Grace We walked to the door. He flipped through the report he’d grabbed and showed it to me. “This is the report from the last month. As far as I can tell, it’s the earliest one with the kind of changes that could be detrimental to Wolfe Medical’s reputation.” I blinked. “How could you know that? You’ve only looked at a few reports.” He chuckled. “I looked at every report on your desk, monthly and quarterly while I put them all in the right order.” I frowned. “I really don’t know what to think anymore. I’ve always been told that lycans are…” “Less intelligent by comparison?” He asked. “More prone to violence?” Barbaric, primitive: there had been a lot of unkind words to describe the lycan race. They still had a king when nearly every other race had moved on to elected officials. Pack alphas ran their own cities, but we all answered to the Alpha President in one way or another. My face heated. “Closer to their instincts.” He laughed, and I scowled at him. “I was trying to be…