CHAPTER 118:What It Means to Provoke a Wolf

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The elevator chimed a sterile, polished sound that barely echoed over the pounding silence in my chest. The doors peeled open like a curtain revealing an old stage, and the scent hit me. Sterile air, laced with steel, ink, and faint musk werewolf. It clung to the building like history, like so...

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