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I was momentarily distracted, and the woman seized the opportunity to surge forward. Her leg kicked out, aiming for my stomach. I could only imagine the kind of wound it would have inflicted had I not dodged aside just in time. Pain flared from my swollen ankle at the movement. I stumbled, trying to regain my balance and braced myself for her next attack.
But instead of pressing forward, the woman turned sharply, leaping onto the windowsill in one swift motion—and jumped out.
“Wait—!” I shouted, realizing she was escaping. I rushed to the window, but when I looked out, there was no one. It was the second floor. A descent from two stories would have been a challenge even for the most agile and sharp-clawed werewolves, yet she had vanished into the dimness like a phantom.
Gasps so
