Bound to the Rogue Alpha
The vision was slightly grainier, but the truth was undeniable: Megan had moved close to me, and under the cover of a feigned stumble, she had deftly plucked the wallet from the shelf and shoved it into the pocket of my furs.
The hunt had turned.
Megan stared at the vision, her jaw slack, her scent reeking of failure.
"Megan, cycles pass, but you remain the same scavenger. You only know how to poison the wells of others." I offered her a cold sneer.
"I... no... the light is wrong..." Megan stammered, backing away.
She finally understood why I had been so adamant about calling the Guard. If I had paid the manager, she would have gotten away with the frame-up. But by bringing in the law, she h
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