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CHAPTER 14: WOLF IN SAVIOR'S CLOTHING
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WOLF IN SAVIOR'S CLOTHING

The ceiling fan creaked as it swirled above them, filling the air with the same musty smell that settled on the seats. A cricket chirped at a corner, filling the silence that had already settled in the room.

Sebastian sank into the seat, holding his breath as he scrolled through his phone. Vanessa paced back and forth, her voice echoing off the walls as she shouted.

“What did you even do to put you in there?" she said, covering her face with her hands as she shook
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