My Boss Is A Werewolf!
The tension hung thick in the air, a silent agreement between us that this was a risky move.
"It seems like there's no one here," Jordan whispered, his voice barely audible. "But something feels off."
I nodded, my gaze fixed on the closed door.
Suddenly, amidst the tense silence, a muffled thumping sound echoed from somewhere inside the apartment.
Without hesitation, Jordan pushed the door down with a sudden burst of his werewolf strength, and we rushed inside, adrenaline surging through our veins.
In the dimly lit room, our eyes quickly fell upon a figure tied to a chair—a woman, whose face looked awfully like a picture that I saw earlier from Leonel.
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