Making my biannual visit down the narrow, putrid halls of our pack prison was as irritating as ever; some of our guards are severely sick in the head. But they give the best results, so I shrug it off. Passing a few cells, I freeze as I scent... my mate. I turn my head and look in the cell, and my heart shatters. My wolf lunges into action and kills the guard currently hurting you. What the hell is going on! I look at the cell number and double over with betrayal. My mate is inmate 17?!
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