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Moonlight was a werewolf's bestfriend and the night itself their best ally, they moved in the shadows like a quiet army, ready to pounce and render apart their enemies. But a lonewolf? A lonewolf played a dangerous game. He was a spy, an observant creature who studied others to determine their weaknesses and their Achilles Heel so when he attacked, he'd know where to sink his claws and jaws. Soner was a lonewolf. A desperate, angry and fearless lonewolf. And his prey was Iris Shilstone. Iris walked out of the club, her skimpy outfit stuffed in her backpack. She'd tried to remove some of the horrendous makeup they reserved for the showstopping stripper but the residue was still there, making her look like she had clown s*x. She shook her head despondently, counting the bills she'd earned
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