The hosts, seasoned predators in the media wilderness, quickly caught the scent of blood beneath my carefully phrased story.Why would the High Alpha of an agency provide a "gift" to a mere shadow? And why would that shadow’s kin be "accidentally" gathered, forcing an investigation by the Enforcers? It was glaringly obvious: Sloane had been using the elder as a silver leash to choke my spirit. Having prowled the entertainment territory for years, the hosts had seen every foul trick in the book. By framing it as I did, I was delivering a public ultimatum: Sloane, release the elder now, or the entire pack will know you are a kidnapper.I had used the softest howl to force a surrender she couldn't refuse."Of course, those are just fascinating rumors," the host said, shifting gears with a professional smile. "Now that we’ve cleared the air, let’s move to the next scent. Ava, try to keep pace… after that heavy strike, are you ready for something lighter?""Whenever you call a question 'li
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