der Va
, the crisp sound echoing through my private o
from months of handling. It showed a woman's profile, delicate
eight
ook matters into his own hands and drugged me, hoping to force me into the room he had arranged. I managed to stay away, but that night,
me, fresh freesia to
she was gone. I had sent investigators and trackers a
ntration. My assistant, Marc
ted. "The advanced gene-therapy wing funded by the Vane Foundation has completed its init
mple. "Bring t
ffic. The city blurred behind the tinted windows, but my though
y. I bypassed the public corridors and took the biometric executive
amed Dr. Vance, was waiting when the d
have the full experimental metric
" I walked past him. "
entrance, and thick acoustic panels kept the hallway quiet. As we pass
ugh the filtered air from
sia. Wint
. My heart gave a hard, sudden beat.
gnize it instantly. My inner Lycan stirred, and f
rn's soft cry came from
ars were hers. Every detail matched the wo
he brass plate st
the northern packs. If the woman from that night was truly a g
omeone from their family had been taken advantage of by an unknown man,
er room, seeing her for the
about Aria Sterling's identity
I gripped the brass handle of the private viewi
orning light. Her dark hair was loosely braided over one shoulder
caught.
I knew. The scent, the appearance, and the memory from that night all pointed to the sa
d her hea
met mine thr
hifted in her expression when she saw me, but she quickly
noticed the open door. She approached, gave me a
e asked nervously. "
blinds. Then I looked again a
Ste
g caught the soft sound
ed to
aid calmly. "I want everything on A
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