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... ip establishment in Meridian Territory. Crystal chandeliers. Leather booths. Imported whiskey that cost more than most wolves made in a month.
I came here before every fight. Routine. Ritual. Whatever you wanted to call it.
Tonight should’ve been no different.
I slouched against the VIP booth’s leather, swirling expensive whiskey in my glass. Rebecca--my girlfriend stood across the room, practically draped over some new-money wolf whose name I didn’t bother learning. Her ...
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