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Lenora The Blackstone Corporation office building was the tallest building in town. Eleven stories might not have been that impressive, but in a small werewolf town, it looked like the tower of Babel. The ultra modern steel and glass structure glinted in the morning sunlight, reflecting the bright blue sky above, and the surrounding trees in the park below. I walked meekly behind my father-in-law as we entered the building through the glass doors that fronted the building. I wanted to change my mind, and go back to the packhouse, back to River’s secluded bedroom, back to River. It defied explanation. Even though he was sickly and bedbound, when I was in his presence, I felt safe. I felt protected. Out in the world I felt more like the prey than the predatory wolf that I was. The b