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"Come in" A smooth, almost decadent voice comes through the heavy door as Steele stares blazing holes into the thick timber. There is only the smallest distance between him and his greatest enemy. Only a single, hand-carved, deep red painted door between him and the man he plans to kill, the one he needs information from, the one he is supposedly meant to be working for. He can smell the Prince's stink leeching out of the room. That scent is burned into Steele’s nostrils. He may have only smelled it once since having his wolf, but that scent. The smell of the man that took everything that is precious to him. There is a special place for his nemesis in his consciousness. General Henrik opens the double door wide, revealing the insides of the room. Steele just stands, his sharp eyes tak