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“Shhh, sound carries well through the ventilation ducts,” Lillian scolded as the wolf pack crowded past her, chattering between themselves as they congregated on the small landing. Below them, the stairs reached down into the darkness. Not one of them seemed willing to move off the top step without their petite, human guide. Jack’s lips quirked. Big, scary werewolves, afraid of the dark.
“Unless you want our friends up there figuring out there’s another way out of here, I suggest you all keep it shut.”
She pulled the door closed, slender muscles standing out under her delicate skin. A pang of guilt hit Jack; he hadn’t realized how heavy the thing was. At least three wolves, himself included, started to step forward to help, but she’d already managed it. The door hit the frame with a
