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Chapter 2: I Refuse My Bad End.
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... loor and an 80-hour work week finally killing me.
So why, why, did I wake up smelling pine needles and... wet dog?
My eyes snapped open. This was not my studio apartment. This was a forest. A very real, very cold, very where-are-the-park-rangers forest.
A low growl rumbled through the air, vibrating in my chest.
I froze.
Ten feet away, standing over the carcass of a half-eaten deer, was a wolf. No, wait. A wolf was an understatement. This thing was a dire ...
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