Chapter 10

Author's POV Darius Silverclaw had never met Griffin Thorne in the flesh, but he knew the name—and the reputation. A lone wolf. Untethered to any Pack. Ruthless in business circles and notoriously apolitical in pack alliances, Thorne ran Stardom Media like a hunting hound set loose with no leash, and people respected him for precisely that reason. Now, Darius stared at the digital profile glowing from his desktop monitor, eyes scanning each acquisition.Darius's lips pulled into a hard line. It was time to reach out. Face to face. But first—an hour of sleep. Then a quick shower. Coffee, black. French toast—half-eaten. He had just slipped into his jacket when his phone vibrated on the counter. He checked the number and sighed audibly. Morton Silverclaw, his father and the former Silver Creek Alpha, rarely contacted him before sunrise unless the world was actively catching fire. Darius answered. But instead of the calm baritone he expected, a sharp and shrill voice pierced through the spe