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Noah

Sparring with a werewolf is the dumbest idea I've had since taking this job, and I took this job.

"You're holding back," Dax says, circling me on the mats. Gym's closed, blinds down, one bank of lights on over the open floor. "Stop insulting me."

"You heal in an hour. I bruise for a week. Forgive me for pacing myself."

"Excuses." He feints left, lazy, telegraphing it on purpose. "You wanted to know how wolves fight up close. This was your idea, Hunter. Number twelve, if we're counting atte
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