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Chapter 49 — The Wolf at the Door
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2025-10-25 07:46:50The city pulsed under his skin like a fever that never broke.
New York wasn’t made for creatures like him; it smelled too much of iron and asphalt, too many heartbeats layered on top of one another. Every alley carried a whisper of prey, every rooftop the memory of flight. Matrix moved through it with the patience of a hunter who had already died once and learned that the only thing worse than dying was being caught living wrong.
The hunters had dropped him here with a name and a promise.
SILVER.
That was all the file said in bold at the top of the page. The rest was rumor—vampire, female, operative turned rogue, responsible for the death of Lieutenant Harker. No photos that matched the stories, no verified sightings, just a
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Shadows and First Blood Chapter 49 — The Wolf at the Door
The city pulsed under his skin like a fever that never broke.New York wasn’t made for creatures like him; it smelled too much of iron and asphalt, too many heartbeats layered on top of one another. Every alley carried a whisper of prey, every rooftop the memory of flight. Matrix moved through it with the patience of a hunter who had already died once and learned that the only thing worse than dying was being caught living wrong.The hunters had dropped him here with a name and a promise.SILVER.That was all the file said in bold at the top of the page. The rest was rumor—vampire, female, operative turned rogue, responsible for the death of Lieutenant Harker. No photos that matched the stories, no verified sightings, just a
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He’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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Morning bled through the blinds in thin, watery lines.For a second, I forgot where I was. The ceiling wasn’t cracked in the same places as mine, the air didn’t smell of dust and coffee. It smelled of him—cedar, iron, rain.Matrix’s side of the bed was already empty. A half-folded shirt lay on the chair, his boots lined up like soldiers at parade rest. Everything in this apartment obeyed him; even the silence seemed disciplined.I slipped from the sheets, hunting for my jeans. If I moved quickly, maybe I could catch the bus to O’Rourke & Finch before he noticed.Normalcy—that was the plan. Go to work, restock the shelves, breathe in old paper until the world made sense again.The door handle didn’t tu
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Shadows and First Blood Chapter 45 — Bound and Bright
The rope tightened with a hiss of leather, the sound loud in the hush of his den.My wrists were already above my head, palms flat against the wall, my body stretched to the edge of balance.Matrix’s breath ghosted over my ear. “Breathe.”I did. The air smelled of him: smoke and cedar and rain waiting to fall.He drew back just enough to look at me. The wolf was closer to the surface now — eyes gone deep, pupils blown, a flick of fang when his mouth curled. The calm man from the diner was gone. In his place stood the thing that had survived alleys and hunters and come to claim me.“You asked for stars,” he said softly. “Let’s see if you can take them.”
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