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Chapter 48 — The Offer
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2025-10-24 09:20:29He’d been running for three days before they found him.
Rain, alley grit, the taste of iron in his mouth; that was the rhythm of his life then. He’d left the pack behind in British Columbia after the last hunt went bad—two hunters dead, one wolf torn open, everyone blaming everyone else. Matrix had learned early that loyalty only worked if the others were still breathing.
So when the black van cut across the street and boxed him in, he didn’t fight. He waited, crouched low, muscles coiled. The doors opened and the smell of silver hit him like frostbite.
“Matrix,” a voice said. “You’re hard to track.”
The man who stepped out wore hunter black but not the usual mercenary scowl. He looked like
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