Chapter 63

**Chapter 63**

**Nathan’s POV**

As the clock ticked relentlessly towards the hour, Peter burst into the top-floor conference room, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as if he had sprinted the entire way. The moment he crossed the threshold, I could feel the palpable tension radiating from him, an unmistakable aura of unease that hung in the air like a storm about to break.

I was attuned to every nuance of the atmosphere—my instincts honed by years of experience.

A werewolf’s senses are astute, capable of perceiving the faintest shifts in emotion and intention.

Typically, a high-level meeting at Hemsworth Group would be a bustling affair, filled with department heads, shareholders, and members of the legal team, all engaged in spirited discussions.

But today, the room felt starkly empty.