Chapter 4

"Are you crazy?!" Nick exclaimed, looking at Annie as though she might be.

"No way in Hell Princess." Clay stated gruffly, shaking his head to punctuate his thoughts on the matter. The others had similar comments, all disagreeing with Annie's idea. It didn't matter what everyone thought though, not really. It only mattered what Jeremy thought.

"That's not going to happen." Jeremy stated calmly, his eyes piercing Annie when she turned to him for his answer.

"So far the Mutt's targets have been brunette females in their late teens to early twenties that are of average height. That's me." Jeremy let Annie's words sink in, and Annie could see something click in his head. He had never stopped to think the Mutt had an MO.

"Even more of a reason for you not to be bait." Nick answered as though that should be obvious.

"Nothing would happen to me. You guys would have a perimeter wherever I went." Annie insisted. She needed to do this. It was one of the few contributions she could make to the hunt.

"That's not something I am willing to risk. The answer is no." Jeremy's voice was still calm, but it rang with the finality of an order from the Alpha. Annie had no choice but to accept his decision.

The meeting didn't last much past that decision. As the others dispersed Annie sank onto the couch with her elbows on her knees. She couldn't help but feel a little disheartened at the outcome of the meeting. Caught up in her thoughts, Annie hadn't noticed there was another straggler until the couch sunk further down from the weight of him sitting beside her.

"I don't get it Annie. Why are you so set on the crazy idea of being bait?" Nick asked after sitting there in silence for a few moments.

"It's not that crazy." When Nick murmured a contradiction to her statement she turned her head towards him. "It's a way for me to contribute, to feel like I'm actually needed in this hunt." Tears were building at the corner of Annie's eyes. With everything that had happened in the past few days her emotions were running haywire and a part of her was feeling as if she had no real place in the pack. Not when it came to the hunt. Clay was the muscle, Elena the tracker, Nick had connections to get information, and Logan and Pete offered an extra level of intimidation. Annie felt like the odd one out.

As soon as Nick saw those tears threatening to fall he felt his heart constrict. Pulling her to him he kissed her hair and just held her for a moment. "Don't ever think that you're not needed. The pack needs you Annie…I need you." He murmured into her hair.

They sat like that for a little while longer, until Annie felt up to moving. Walking upstairs together they paused outside of Annie's door. Without saying a word Annie wrapped her arms around him in a hug that was her silent thank you as well as her goodnight. It was also her chance to fill her senses with his scent one more time before he left for his own room. She was still wearing his shirt, purposefully not washing it earlier so she could have it to get through tonight. Soon it would lose Nick's warm scent, but it still had at least one more night left in it.

The next morning found Annie pacing around the kitchen, keyed up from the caffeine she had been drinking for the past hour while Elena and Pete were downstairs going over Mutt files and Clay and Logan were out front practicing sparring moves. While everyone else was busy preparing she was once more left to wonder just what her part was. As if sensing her self-doubt Nick met her in the kitchen taking her hand and pulling her out the back door.

"Nick, what are you doing?" She asked as she sped up so he wasn't dragging her.

"If you're going to walk you might as well go somewhere other than from one side of the kitchen to the other." Smiling down at her he moved his hand so their fingers were intertwined as they headed further into the woods behind Stonehaven. His spontaneity and thoughtfulness had Annie smiling at him in return.

They didn't talk as they made their way randomly through the trees. Nick sensed that Annie would rather be left to her own thoughts at the moment. He only planned on interrupting if they took a turn towards where they went last night. A coupled miles later Annie's nose was twitching as it picked up on an unpleasant smell.

"Do you smell that?" Annie asked, turning to Nick and finding he was sniffing the air as well. They made eye contact for a moment before taking off in the direction the scent was coming from.

Annie was faster, reaching the body first. Frozen in shock her hand covered her mouth as she kneeled on the ground by the boy. Another victim of the Mutt. He couldn't be more than nine years old. Nick arrived a few moments after her, murmuring a quiet 'God.' Placing a hand on Annie's shoulder he told her they needed to get the others, but she couldn't move. Eventually Nick got her to her feet. This time Annie didn't run ahead, but stuck beside Nick as they took off for the house. The others needed to know.

Clay and Elena were outside when they got to the house. It didn't escape their notice that Elena had her bags with her, but that wasn't what was important at the moment. "You're going to want to see this." Nick interrupted them. Elena looked from Nick to Annie. All Annie could manage to do is nod in agreement. That was all it took for her and Clay to follow them. Elena reacted as Annie had, shocked that the victim was a child. Annie was still slightly shell shocked herself when Jeremy and the others arrived. They confirmed the scent. It was the same Mutt who killed the girls.

"What are you doing?" Elena demanded when Clay moved over the boy's body.

"He dumped him here to put a target on our backs. We have to move him." He responded, continuing to bend down. Before he could move any closer the faint sound of breaking branches and a dog barking broke through the quiet.

"There's hunters on our property." Jeremy stated what the group had heard.

"Trespassing won't matter if they find this." Antonio spoke up, looking to Jeremy for his orders. Clayton didn't wait, going back towards the boy he asked Nick to help him.

"Don't touch him," Annie spoke for the first time, making Nick pause as he was bending down. "Your fingerprints on the body won't help our situation."

"Annie, if they find the body we'll be overrun with police." Clayton responded, condescension creeping into his voice.

"No, she's right. It will be much worse if they catch us trying to cover this up." With Jeremy backing Annie up Clay was forced to step away from the body. He was a beat behind Nick who had already moved back to where Annie was standing. They didn't move a moment too soon as the hunter's arrived on the scene just after Clay moved away. As it was, it still looked a little suspicious with the whole pack standing around the body.

"What the Hell did you people do?" One of the Hunters, a Braxton, asked in an accusatory tone.

"We had nothing to do with this." Unfortunately Clay was the first to speak. He had the worst reputation with the locals, therefore he wasn't the best one to make a positive case for the pack. One of the other Hunters with Braxton went to take a better look at the boy, he immediately identified him as the Richardson's boy.

"We just found the body, we were about to call the police." Jeremy assured the hunters, with Elena chiming in about how it looked like another wolf kill. The hunters didn't take kindly to either of their statements.

"Sounds like something the Sheriff will decide. In the meantime I think we'll be sticking around. Make sure no one tampers with the evidence." Braxton looked straight at Clay as he spoke. Antonio assured him none of them would tamper with any evidence while Jeremy stated the best thing would be for all of them to move away from the body and call the Sheriff.

"Look I don't know what you people are doing out here. This is the second wolf kill in a couple of days and you've got Goddamn tracks all over your property." Hostility was creeping into Braxton's voice, something that would only hurt this situation. Clayton met his hostility head on spitting out how it was private property.

"Maybe you'd like to explain what the Richardson boy is doing out here?" Braxton spat back at him.

"This boy's death is a terrible tragedy. But I'm sure you've noticed our property is quite extensive. It's impossible to keep tabs or control what wildlife moves through it." Annie spoke up, her voice soft and calming. It was the same tactic used to calm down erratic patients, she was hoping it might transfer over to this situation. It looked like it might have had a positive effect as the hostile look in Braxton's eyes softened slightly as he took in Annie's words.

"You're implying what's happened here is our fault." Once again Clay opened his big mouth and like most times hostile words came out. Annie might be good at being the go between for the pack and the townspeople, but she couldn't do that when Clay kept talking.

"Dead body, your property, you do the math." Braxton's hostility was back as he once again answered with an implication that the pack was at fault.

After that the two went back and forth at each other, getting more and more heated. A fight would soon break out if someone didn't do something. It was around that thought that Braxton's dog started barking like mad and lunging at Elena. Looking from the dog to Elena, Annie realized she was goading the dog. It was a pretty good idea.

Clay was still muttering things to Braxton, but the latter's attention was now more focused on his dog. Though when Clay told him it was time for him to go Braxton's attention returned to Clay as he popped the safety on his gun. Before he could do anything with it Clay had grabbed it from him, slamming the butt of the gun against his face. Falling to his butt Braxton lost hold of his dog's leash and it went running away.

"Next time you pop the safety off your gun, I'm going to give you a reason to use it." Clay threatened before returning it to him by pushing it roughly at Braxton's chest.

Jeremy quickly stepped in at that point, claiming that the best thing would be to do what's right by the boy and his family. Turning towards the Sorrentino men he ordered them to escort the hunter's to the front gate then wait for the Sheriff.

"May I go with them?" Annie asked, not wanting to stay by the boy's body anymore. When Jeremy nodded his head in permission Annie immediately turned foot and quickly caught up to Nick who brought up the rear of the exit party.

Nick glanced up when she fell in step beside him, but didn't say anything. Annie recognized his 'business' face. The one he put on when doing work for the pack. His eyes held none of the humor they normally did, instead they were set to intimidate. Nick might be the lighthearted one in the bunch, but when work needed done he could be counted on to do it and do it right. Even so, Annie missed the real side of Nick whenever the business side was around.

"If Blue ends up dead I'll kill the son of a bitch." Braxton muttered as they continued walking towards the house. Though he was putting on a tough front, Annie could sense his anxiety over his missing dog. Feeling a bit sorry for him, Annie quickened her pace until she was beside the trio, who automatically looked up at the movement.

"I'll keep an eye out for Blue. Search the property. Does he like bacon?" Braxton seemed taken aback by Annie's offer. Danvers' weren't normally sociable or thoughtful in his experience.

"He prefers sausage," he answered, then added "appreciate it," with the smallest of smiles. Annie felt it was a huge accomplishment.

Falling back to walk beside Nick again, Annie caught his eyes. For a brief moment they weren't intimidating, softening slightly as he rolled them in response to her offering help to Braxton. Annie just shrugged as her reason for doing it. That ended their minimal communication until they reached the front gate and sent the hunters on their way.

"Are you really going to waste sausage on his stupid dog?" Nick turned to Annie once the hunters had driven off.

"Yes, it's called being nice. It works much better at getting them off our backs than your approach." Annie retorted, mimicking Nick's 'business' face. Of course, it looked hilarious on her because Annie had never been anything close to intimidating. Even in wolf form she was the runt of the pack.

"You might want to work on your intimidating look. It's more cute than fear invoking." Annie stuck her tongue out at Nick for that comment, making him chuckle.

Antonio stood to the side of his Son and Annie, giving them some semblance of privacy. He attempted not to watch their interaction, but it had always fascinated him how different Nick was around Annie. Nick tended to be more genuine around her, letting go of the fronts he put on for the pack or for outsiders. In some ways Annie allowed him to be freer. When he heard the Sheriff's car down the road Antonio made an executive decision to send Annie and Nick inside.

Nick and Annie followed Logan and Pete into the house. Jeremy was already in the den with Clay and Elena, whose conversation ended upon their entry when Pete announced the hunters were gone. Logan reminded them all it wouldn't stay that way for long by adding 'for now' onto Pete's statement. Taking a seat on the end of the couch, with Nick leaning against the arm of it beside her, Annie turned her attention to Elena who began trying to understand the Mutt's plan by talking through his previous actions.

"He's drawing attention to us and he's upped the stakes by killing a kid," Pete answered Elena's question about what the Mutt's game plan was.

"He's escalating, turning up the heat bit by bit," Jeremy added on to Pete's answer. It only confused Elena more, she wanted to know why. Of course Logan had an answer from a psychological standpoint—his psychologist side showing through—stating the Mutt was unstable and unpredictable.

"Yeah, except for the part where he's targeting us." Sarcasm was only slightly evident in Nick's words. Clay shared his own theory that the Mutt just liked killing women and children and wanted to flaunt it on pack territory. Before anyone could chime in with more theories Antonio joined them. The Sheriff was there, heading out to check out the body.

The room was silent for a moment after that until Elena stepped forward and told Jeremy she wouldn't leave until they caught the wolf, not now that a boy had died. So she really was leaving when Annie and Nick found her with her bags in the driveway. Elena was going to let them hunt the wolf without her. That angered Annie a little. Yes, Elena might have felt awkward around Clay and wanted to get back to her life in Toronto, but she should have been able to suck it up. How could the pack mean so little to her? The pack was everything to Annie, it was all she had left. It angered Annie even more when Jeremy thanked Elena, like it was some huge sacrifice she was making. It shouldn't have taken a kid dying to make Elena stay. Two deaths should have been enough.

It didn't look as if Annie's anger would subside anytime soon once Jeremy started dividing up tasks to the pack. Antonio and him would deal with the Sheriff, while he put Elena and Clay on Mutt tracking duty. Nick was given the task of contacting and tracking down Karl Marsten—a Mutt that usually knew all the latest gossip in the Mutt world. Logan and Pete were to back him up as a show of force. It didn't escape Annie's notice that she hadn't been included on any of those lists.

"Jeremy, I am not staying here with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs." Annie ground out in frustration. "I either go with Clay and Elena, or Nick and the guys." Of course Elena was eager to have a buffer between her and Clay. However, Jeremy didn't agree. He saw Marsten as the lesser of two evils—seeing as he was somewhat civilized for a Mutt. Annie would go with Nick.

"You might want to work on your intimidation face while I try and make contact with Marsten." Nick smirked down at Annie before filing out of the room.

"What does he mean by that?" Pete asked as Annie fell in step with him behind Logan and Nick.

"It's kind of a 'you have to had been there thing'." Annie shrugged it off as they made their way to the kitchen. The three of them put together some sandwiches and discussed tactics for intimidation while Nick was busy making calls to find Marsten. Annie made sure to make a few extra for Nick, knowing he wouldn't have time to make his own. After Pete and Logan promised not to scarf down the extra food Annie went upstairs for a shower. It was more or less to give her some way to occupy the time until they would leave to meet Marsten.

Nick had long been off the phone once Annie returned to her room. He was waiting for her, sitting on her bed and flipping through one of her textbooks mindlessly, immediately setting the book aside when she entered the room. Moving to the bed Annie found a white tee that wasn't hers lying across it. When she sent a questioning glance at Nick he just shrugged, claiming he thought she might be needing a replacement. He knew, that she slept in his shirt the past few nights and that it comforted her, without her having said anything. Before she had time to formulate a response Nick informed her he had reached Marsten and they would be leaving within the hour and just before the door shut behind him he added a 'thanks for the food.'

As soon as he was gone Annie lifted the shirt to her nose, verifying that it did indeed smell like Nick. Knowing the boys would rather leave sooner rather than later Annie wasted no time getting ready. Pulling Nick's soft cotton tee over her head she paired it with dark jeans, a black leather jacket and her black heeled boots—in order to give her more height. Annie would still be the shortest, even in heels, but at least she might stand a chance of being more intimidating. Taking one last look in her mirror Annie tucked a corner of the tee into her jeans to make it a little shorter on her.

She met the boys in the foyer, all of them having been waiting on her. All three had something to say about her outfit. Nick's was a compliment, while Logan asked if she was wearing Nick's shirt to which Pete threw in 'again.'

"Again?" Logan asked turning to Pete who nodded in confirmation that this wasn't the only occurrence. Annie shook her head at the both of them as her and Nick took the lead out the door.

"So where are we meeting Marsten?" Annie asked from her spot in the backseat. Pete had pulled rank and called shotgun.

"Syracuse." Nick responded as he changed lanes, his eyes flicking up to the rearview mirror to meet Annie's.

"Syracuse?" Annie was confused why he would pick that city.

"Yeah. I've been meaning to show you guys the new club I bought. So I asked Marsten to meet us there." Nick had bought a club. That was news to Annie. Apparently it was news to the boys as well because they murmured surprised comments of their own.

A half hour later they were pulling up to a brick building with doors made completely out of glass. Nick led them through the back rooms to the main area, telling them about his newest investment and how it was a work in progress as they went. Antonio didn't know yet, which had Logan remarking it was probably best seeing how stellar Nick's past investments had gone. Irony was evident in the comment. Annie brought up the rear of the group and let the boys banter amongst themselves as she quietly observed her surroundings. After a couple more turns they entered into the club's main room and Nick asked for their opinions.

The interior décor was admittedly dated, it would need a major overhaul, but it wasn't a bad space. Annie admitted as much, which resulted in a huge smile lighting up Nick's face. Of course, Logan and Pete didn't agree with her, but Nick didn't seem to care as much about that. Like an excited child he began leading Annie around—Pete and Logan following behind them—rattling off all the changes he was planning on making. It was in the middle of him describing what he would do to the bar area that the sound of a throat being cleared came from across the room. Marsten had already arrived.

"How did he get here so fast?" Logan asked once they turned and found him standing by one of the emergency exits. No one answered, instead Pete rolled his shoulders as if preparing for a fight stating it was 'time to rock and roll.'

"Let's play it cool," Nick murmured as took a step forward so Annie was a little behind him. A move that didn't go unnoticed by Annie.

"You called." Marsten greeted Nick with a small salute as he covered the distance between the pack and himself. "If it was for my design advice might I suggest starting with a blowtorch?"

"Can I get you a drink?" Nick pointed towards the bar, choosing to ignore the biting comment.

"What, one part vodka and two parts poison?" Marsten asked sarcastically as he came to stand a couple feet in front of the guys. His question caused Nick to pause in surprise before asking if they had any bad blood between them. It took Marsten a moment for he assured him they didn't; it didn't sound too sincere to Annie. It was the first time she was meeting Karl Marsten though, so Annie really didn't know. "I see you've brought an unfamiliar face. I must say it improves the group." Marsten commented as his eyes fell on Annie. "What is your name, dear?"

"Her name isn't important," Nick forced out in a gruff tone before Annie could reply, adjusting his stance so that Annie was even further hidden behind him. "We're here to talk business."

"Touchy," Marsten murmured with a smirk. "A bit protective aren't you. Tell me is it because she's a wolf, a rarity in itself, or because she's wearing your clothes?" Karl Marsten had deduced both facts within moments of entering the place. Her scent had the lupine undertone to it, and had been mixed with the scent Marsten knew to be Nick's. "Which, you look lovely in." Marsten added to Annie, his eye's roaming down her figure. Nick's hands clenched into fists at that, but Annie rested her hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing anything impulsive.

"Shall we get down to what we came here for?" Annie asked, mainly talking to Nick, reminding him of their purpose of meeting Marsten.

"How about we chat over a friendly game of billiards?" Marsten suggested, moving past Nick, Annie and the rest towards the pool table. Nick took Marsten up on that offer, racking up the balls while Logan, Pete and Annie took seats at the bar. Marsten was the one to break, hitting a solid in the corner pocket.

"I'm surprised to see you settled down Nick. I have memories of you being a…man with many flavors." Karl Marsten purposefully glanced at Annie as he lined up his next shot.

"We haven't talked in some time Karl, things change." Nick's response was tight as he tried to hold on to his anger. He was there for pack business, ripping the throat out of Karl Marsten wouldn't do him any good. It might make him feel better, but in the end he needed Marsten's information. "You yourself are a Mutt of international mystery. Last I heard you were in London, yet here you are at a moment's notice. I'm curious to know what you're doing in the area."

"You think I don't know how to set up a Google alert? 'Wolf attacks in upstate New York.' That means something is happening. I like to keep close to the action." He sent a wink in the general direction of Annie at that last part. She simply rolled her eyes at the innuendo.

"What have you heard?" Nick interjected as Marsten went to take his fourth shot in a row.

"Nothing yet, but the fact that you're asking means you haven't heard anything either." Pete was quick to respond to that, throwing out that they knew it was a new Mutt who was on a killing spree. Marsten's only response was that it was very interesting.

"What we want to know is who bit him," Logan added, becoming frustrated with Marsten's game of giving limited responses that barely answered their questions.

"Ah, yes. The million dollar question." Marsten smiled. "I could find out." He added in a suggestive tone.

"For a price I'm sure," Nick murmured, knowing the way Marsten worked. Karl never gave away good information completely free.

"Just some good will from the pack," Marsten answered with a small shrug. When Logan asked if he had something specific in mind Marsten smiled, as though he was waiting for that question. "I'm stuck by your rules. Always on the move, I've never stayed in one place for long."

"And we still don't know what it is you want," Logan deadpanned. Marsten was getting on his nerve, which took a lot since his job as a psychologist was to be understanding and patient.

"Just an open mind from Jeremy. For my desire for territory. Sometimes it's nice to have a place to put your feet up." Marsten responded, clearing the pool table as he hit the eight ball in. "Oh and one more thing." Setting his pool stick down and moving towards the bar he stopped in front of Annie. "If you ever fancy hanging around someone with class, let me know. It was a pleasure meeting you." Before Annie could say or do anything Marsten took her hand, pressing a kiss against it.

The sound of wood cracking brought Marsten's attention back to Nick, whose grip had tightened to the point of breaking his pool stick. "Let me know what Jeremy's decision is and I'll find out who bit your little problem. Maybe I'll even walk him up to your front door." With that Marsten left back towards the way the he had come in. With her hand finally free of Marsten's grasp Annie began rubbing the back of it where Marsten had kissed against her jeans. It didn't do much, the faint scent of Marsten was still on it, but it made her feel a little better.

"So, what do you think?" Logan asked, rising from his seat at the bar and going to lean against the pool table by Nick.

"He's an Ass." Nick stated to which Pete responded that they already knew that. "He's also confident. Already working a deal."

"He clearly knows more than he's letting on." Annie chimed in, coming to stand between Pete and Nick. No one could be that confident unless he held cards his opponent didn't know about.

"Holding out on us isn't a good idea. Jeremy will bust him into a hole. I don't think he's that stupid." Pete commented on Annie's theory.

"He's a sociopath," Logan offered up his psychologist view on it.

"He's a conman," Nick corrected, looking at Annie as he said it. She nodded her head in agreement to both of them as Logan elaborated that a conman is a sociopath who's just good at hiding it.

"He's a creep, no matter which way you slice it." Annie retorted, thinking about the way he had looked at her and subconsciously rubbing the hand he had kissed against her jeans again.

"I've got some vodka if you want to clean your hand," Nick offered, noticing Annie's movement. As he headed towards the bar Annie followed. Not because she felt her hand needed the sanitizing, but because she knew it would remove Marsten's scent. She also knew how much Nick wanted his scent off of her, even if it was just her hand.

"There's definitely something going on there. Isn't there?" Pete whispered to Logan as he watched Nick apply more vodka than need be to Annie's hand, then take a swig out of it.

"They are both showing signs of intimacy, yes." Logan replied, causing Pete to smack him for using the word intimacy. Couldn't he just speak normal instead of in psycho mumbo jumbo?

…BNB…

While Nick and the others had gotten in contact with Karl Marsten, Elena and Clay took to tracking the Mutt downtown. Elena had never realized there were so many bars in Bear Valley, and surprise, surprise, the Mutt had been to all of them. His scent was faint though. He hadn't been to any of them recently, which begged the question: where was his next hunt taking place if not the bars?

She found her answer from a poster taped to a newspaper receptacle. It was some kind of advertisement for a rave in the warehouse district. An abandoned building filled to the brim with teenage bodies that were high and drunk sounded like the perfect Mutt hunting ground. Ripping it off, she handed it to Clay.

"I think we've found where he's going next." Skimming for the address on the flyer Clay nodded, motioning for them to head back to the car. They had a party to crash.

"GPS says this is the place." Clay said as he parked the car outside of one of the warehouse buildings. It was easy to tell they had the right building, music was pulsating from inside.

"I'm going it alone," Elena stated as she undid her seatbelt and started unbuttoning the top few buttons on her blouse. Clay shook his head, claiming that wasn't going to happen. "I can handle this okay. You're so uptight they'll think you're a nark." She insisted, flipping the visor mirror open and applying some lipstick.

"You have to stop thinking I can't control myself. It's not fair. Besides, we're supposed to have each other's back." Elena had to admit Clay had a point. Still, if they both went in together the Mutt would be liable to spook. Clay had a plan for that. She would go inside and herd the Mutt towards the door where Clay would grab him.

"That's not a terrible plan," She admitted, agreeing to it. Checking herself one more time in the mirror she pushed her bangs to the side before heading towards the warehouse.

It was even louder inside the building. Hundreds of bodies were crammed inside, writhing to the techno music and waving glow sticks around. As she made her way through the room a beach ball that was being tossed around got hit her way. Punching it to her right Elena continued till she made her way to a table in the middle of the room that was filled with red solo cups. She surveyed the room from there, trying to pick up on the Mutt both by sight and smell. Eventually she found him, standing against a stack of crates and observing the room around him with a small, twisted smile. Pushing through the crowd Elena made her way towards him. He didn't turn to look at her until she was standing beside him.

"You know who I am?" Elena asked in an authoritative voice.

"I know what you are. I can smell it." He answered calmly. "It's a pity," he added, confusing Elena.

"What is?" She ordered, her eyes narrowing at him. She wasn't in the mood for games.

"That you're the one here." His smile grew colder as his eyes darkened. "I was hoping Annie would come."

A/N

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this installment. Thanks again to all those who favorite, follow, and review. All three are appreciated. I'd love to hear what your thoughts are on this chapter and the story in general. Thanks for reading!

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