“What the hell?!” Alvin cried, pressing a hand against the cut on his head. Blood seeped through his fingers, though the wound had already begun closing under his wolf’s healing ability.Anna let out a long, tired sigh and crouched beside the shattered mug. She carefully gathered the broken pieces, almost as if she hoped they could somehow be put back together. After a few hopeless attempts, she gave up, threw the fragments into the trash, and marched back to Alvin.Before he could say another word, she kicked him square in the shin.“You owe me two mugs now,” she said through gritted teeth.Alvin rubbed his leg with a pained groan.“Fine… fine. I get it.”Satisfied, Anna returned to her seat.Victoria watched the two of them quietly. The room had completely drifted away from the discussion she had wanted to have, and she doubted she would learn anything else today. Still, the conversation had given her plenty to think about.The more she pieced everything together, the clearer Lance’
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