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Chapter Twenty - The War Room
Chapter Twenty - The War Room Michael I glanced around the sitting room of my pack house, my eyes sharply scanning for anything out of place. Everything had to be perfect, from the fresh cut flowers on the antique table, to the carefully coordinated pillows on the couches. William was coming and I was determined that East Glade would make a good impression. I’d had the omegas clean and polish everything from top to bottom. I didn’t want to see a speck of dust or a single wolf-hair on anything. I checked my hair in the mirror over the table, and smoothed out my collar. I was wearing a deep burgundy shirt today with the sleeves rolled up and the buttons half undone. The shirt was tucked into sharply pleated slacks, and even my shoes had been shined until I could practically see my
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