They all dream of being special.
No matter how much they deny it, we all want to be chosen, wanted, desired..
I used to wish that they would notice me ... or at least that they would treat me a little better than they did.
I used to want a guy to notice me.
But not him.
The only access door to the room leads to a small staircase and this to a larger place full of cages that could barely house a transformed Wolf, much less one in human form. But from the way Jamison avoids looking at them and his body tenses at the smell of blood and vomit, he tells me that he knows exactly what they were used for.
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