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Doe. Sloan Doe.
She hadn’t lied. She told me her last name, knowing I wouldn’t believe it. She answered me.
There was a list of possible packs she could have belonged to and some names listed as possible relatives and acquaintances, but without a little more information, it couldn’t be narrowed down further. Doe was one of three possible names on the list, but I knew it was the right one.
I hadn’t intended for her to find out. I was hoping to get to the bottom of everything and then figure out what to do. Then she sent those photos during my meeting, and my resolve damn near crumbled in front of my father. It had come as so much of a surprise, and then it kept coming. The girl could hit hard.
When I had her in the elevator, I could feel my teeth begging to sink into her flesh
