6
Canis Lupus
The text sent, I placed my phone down on the dark wood of my study desk, a solid, imposing piece that seemed to absorb the soft morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The study was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the lines between work and the more clandestine aspects of my life blurred into one. Kline"s report had been succinct, a trait I appreciated in a world bloated with unnecessary detail. Fennec"s movements, her meeting with Isabella, it was all a delicate dance, and she was proving to be an adept partner.
I rose from the desk, my reflection in the window a dark silhouette against the sprawling estate beyond. The manicured lawns and artful landscaping were silent witnesses to the machinations that took place within these walls. Turning back
