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2024-10-29 19:42:56HUNTER’s POV
Quietly I make my way down the long, dark and smokey hallway of the topmost floor. I know Clyde is nearby, I can smell the stench of his wolf even through the smoke. The guy needs a bath. And maybe a full-body scrub too.
There are other scents too…Clyde is not alone. I draw my gun, time for a little game of cat and mouse.
Two dark figures run across the hallway and I smile. I chase after the men who lurk in the shadows and realize that one of them is trying to corner me.
Swiftly, my left foot lashes out and I catch one of the men in the centre of the breastbone. I hear his bones crack as he topples backwards onto the floor. He wheezes and gasps for air as blood drips from his mouth, he may be hurt but it is only a matter of time before his healing factor kicks in. I kneel beside him and gently pat on his head, ready to crack his head when amidst the smoke, another scent catches my attention.
The scen
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