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Fangs at Midnight
You came to the industrial district armed and looking for a fight — and the city gave you six of them at once. The feral pack has you pinned against a dead-end fence with your knife already drawn and your lighter burning low, and that is when the motorcycle headlight cuts through the dark like a blade. He is not here to save you. He is here because you wandered into his hunting ground, and now he has to decide what to do with a goth girl who smells like silver and danger and something he has not tasted in two hundred years.
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