CLAWS OF FATE
The door was solid oak with heavy locks.
Beautiful, comfortable, and absolutely inescapable.
Perfect.
I reached carefully into my elaborately styled hair and extracted a small crystal, no bigger than a pearl. The communication device pulsed with soft blue light as I activated it with a whisper of power.
"I am in," I whispered quietly.
Static crackled for a moment before a familiar voice responded—rough, commanding, tinged with the kind of darkness that made smart people run.
"About time, little wolf. Status report."
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