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Piper’s The door clicks shut behind me, and I lean against it, exhaling the frustration I’ve been nursing all night. I’m ready to hurl my heels across the room when my gaze catches on something huge leaning against the far wall. "What the hell?" I murmur, straightening up. Wrapped in shimmering decorative paper and tied with an oversized crimson bow, the package looks ridiculously out of place in my room. Curiosity replaces my anger. I walk toward it, fingers itching to tear off the wrapping. "Who even…?" I trail off as I grab the edge of the bow, yanking it loose. The paper crinkles under my hands as I tear it away, my heart already racing with anticipation. And then there it is—the wolf painting. I freeze, staring at it in awe. Its piercing, haunting eyes seem to lock onto mine, ju