### RykerThe cold poison still burned through my veins like liquid fire, but I forced my body forward across the floor, every muscle screaming in protest. I didn’t search the room. Instead, I dragged myself past the splintered door and down the back service stairs, boots scraping heavily against the stone, each step a separate, agonizing battle. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. My wolf whimpered somewhere deep and distant, completely silenced by the wolfsbane.I pushed through a rusted metal side exit and stumbled out into the open-air yard behind the tavern.The storm had finally broken. Only a steady, rhythmic drip of water from the corrugated roof remained, echoing across a desolate graveyard of rotting timber, rusted scrap, and rows of abandoned cars left to decay in the mud. My knees gave out. I crashed hard against the side of a broken pickup and pressed my back to the wet steel, gasping for air, waiting for the black spots in my vision to clear.Faint sounds r
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