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Louise
We pull up in front of an unassuming building. From the outside, the clubhouse is almost invisible, its brick walls swallowed by thick curtains of ivy. The windows are heavily blacked out, and the only sign of life is a single, dim bulb above the entrance casting a weak, amber glow. I look up at the sign, The Twilight Club, and I can’t help but smile.
"I see. Although you’re exiled, you're the Alpha here," I say.
"In here, you call me President," Elias murmurs. "Come on, little wolf. The real show is behind the curtain."
He swings the door open for me, and I step into a world where I clearly don’t belong.
A massive bar runs the length of the wall, backed by a mountain of glass bottles that shimmer like liquid gold under warm, honeyed lights. The music is
