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rst-aid kit in the hall cabinet, I walked straight into the master bathroom and turned on the shower.

at the hideous silver burn across my left shoulder. Silver is the only fatal weakness granted by the Moon Goddess to destroy a werewolf, leaving

den bottom compartment, I pulled out an encrypted black laptop. My fingers flew across the key

typed a quick command to Amir Hebert, my childhood fri

e house ready. I'm

, the text practically vibratin

k bastards bully you again? I'm hac

g ties with my own hands. Pick me up at t

wer and pulled out a stack of documents I had drafted weeks ago-the Mate-Bond Termination Agreement and a full w

e living room. I watched the gray morning light of Manhattan slo

n, reeking of antiseptic and lingering rage. His bespoke suit jacket hung l

visible on my forehead, his footsteps faltered for a split second

marched over, towering above the sofa, and narrowed his

e with me to the clinic. You're going to kneel

the past ten years. I rose slowly to my feet, looking

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o dangerous slits, a low g

o bargain with me? Without the shelter of the White Pack, a wo

alls of the penthouse. I looked straight into the eyes of this u

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fled, restless snarl of his inner Dire Wolf beneath his s

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ion agreement off the side table. I flung the stack of papers straight at him.