Chapter 120Anaya's POV"Ryker, stop!"My voice cracked through the room like a whip. The wolf's head snapped toward me, muscles still locked, claws still buried in the air above the man's throat. For one terrifying second I thought he wouldn't listen—that the fury in him had gone too far past reach.Then his shoulders dropped.Fur receded into skin, bones cracked and resettled, and Ryker knelt there instead, breathing hard, completely bare and shaking with the effort of pulling himself back from the edge. He didn't look at me. His eyes stayed locked on the man beneath him.Bedford scrambled backward until his spine hit the wall, blood dripping from a gash on his cheek. He was laughing. That wheezing, panicked kind of laugh people do when they think they've already lost but want one last swing."Go ahead," he spat, glaring between us. "Kill me. It won't matter. Everyone will know what you are the second I'm gone. I've already sent it. Recordings, files, everything. The whole world is
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