Howl for Justice

Howl for Justice

last updateLast Updated : 2025-07-11
By:  Larry Moose Ongoing
Language: English
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Mara Wolfe has clawed her way from humble beginnings to the top of the city’s legal world, building a prestigious law firm brick by brick-while hiding her true nature as a chubby, fiercely intelligent werewolf. Her world shatters when she uncovers her husband’s betrayal: he’s plotting to siphon her hard-earned fortune with the help of his cunning, much younger assistant. Refusing to become a victim, Mara unleashes her sharpest instincts-both human and lupine-to turn the tables. Just as she sets her trap, an enigmatic new associate, Lucas, offers his help. His price? Just one date. But Lucas is more than he seems, and his unexpected loyalty forces Mara to confront what she truly wants from life and love. As secrets unravel and loyalties shift, Mara must decide whether vengeance or vulnerability will define her future. In the end, when a woman becomes the queen of her fate, she always has the chance to rewrite her love story.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My name commands attention, even whispered behind mirrored walls. Mara Wolfe. I sense the weight of their eyes on me, catch the reflection of their stunned admiration. Before my floor arrives, they already fear me.

The girl with the coffee spills half of it on the way to her mouth, staining her blouse. The scent of bitter chicory and burnt sugar wafts through the cramped elevator, mingling with an underlying tang of nerves. She daubs at the mess with frantic little swipes of a napkin, her gaze fixed on my shoes, as if they might shatter the tension with a single step.

"Mara Wolfe," someone repeats in a near reverent tone. I let the name hang in the air, acknowledging it with the barest flicker of an eyelid. Even without looking, I can picture their expressions: the mix of admiration and envy, awe and discomfort. It is a look I am intimately familiar with.

Their curiosity gnaws at them, an insatiable itch. I feel it in the sidelong glances, the darting eyes. What is she doing here? Did she hear about the merger? Her last case was genius. A hundred variations of the same hungry question, never quite bold enough to be spoken aloud.

"Do you think she's here to meet with him?" one whispers, louder than they realize.

"Who knows with her," replies another, equally audible.

There is a nervous laugh, quickly stifled. They do not know if they should be amused or afraid, and I am in no hurry to enlighten them. The less they know, the more they want. The more they want, the more they talk. The more they talk, the easier it is to stay three steps ahead.

At the ground floor, they part like water around a rock, giving me a clear path. I step out without a word, and the glass doors close behind me.

In the solitude of the lobby, my phone vibrates, displaying the familiar yellow banner of a priority notification. Derek, my husband. Not for the first time, I debate whether to respond or ignore it entirely. I slide the phone back into my bag, deferring the decision. I do not have time to entertain Derek's machinations right now. He will have to wait, and he knows it.

My car is already waiting, engine purring. The driver nods, opening the door for me, but I wave him off with a curt gesture. "I'll walk today." My words are the first I have spoken since leaving the penthouse, their weight slicing through the air.

His mouth opens in protest, then snaps shut at my raised brow. "Very well, Ms. Wolfe," he concedes, retreating to his seat.

The street is uncharacteristically quiet, still slumbering in the early morning haze. I welcome the chance to move, to stretch the instincts that are leashed so tightly in the confined spaces I must inhabit. The pounding of my heels on the pavement matches the rhythm of my thoughts, driving me forward.

Let them whisper, I think. Let them wonder. As long as I keep them guessing, they will never suspect the truth.

My phone vibrates again, more insistent this time. I ignore it, my stride quickening.

My arrival at the building feels like stepping into a well-fitted suit, the perfect integration of myself with the structure around me. Every detail is precisely as it should be, curated with meticulous care. My shoes clack in reassuring cadence as I move through the lobby, an announcement of my presence more powerful than any receptionist's introduction. I belong here, in this high-stakes world where each interaction is a chess move and every expression a strategic asset.

They know my reputation. Most have heard the stories—my swift rise through the ranks, the whispered deals, the dazzling victories in the courtroom that left opposing firms shattered. Some have even ventured to work with me, glimpsing firsthand the controlled burn of my ambition. They have given me many names: Ice Queen. She-Wolf. Some are meant as slights, others as grudging respect. I wear them all with the same implacable precision as the structured suits that line my closet.

What they do not know, what I have worked so carefully to conceal, is the other name. The one that prowls just beneath the surface, hungering for release. That Mara is kept in check, a creature of strict discipline and iron-willed control. It has to be this way. It has always been this way.

At the threshold of the elevator, I pause. My eyes catch the gleam of glass and steel as the doors slide shut. For an instant, a ghost of my reflection stares back—amber-flecked eyes, lips curved in a too-sharp smile. I do not flinch. I have nothing to fear from my own shadow.

I wake before the alarm, my senses keen and sharp in the pre-dawn stillness. The sheets are cool against my skin, silk sliding over the warmth of my body as I turn to the muted gray light seeping through the window. A heavy mist wraps the city outside, shrouding the distant skyline in soft, secretive shadows.

My eyes trace the familiar contours of the room, the angles and surfaces as clean and structured as the inside of my mind. The sharp edges of furniture stand in quiet contrast to the muted luxury of my surroundings, an ordered sanctuary far removed from the chaos I fight daily to contain.
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