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"Some people want to meet you," one of the guards says, as they enter and manhandle me. I don't have much energy left, the brief spark of light from the woman who visited me snuffed out the morning after I saw her, if I didn't imagine the whole thing.
I feel the now familiar burlap sack drop over my head as they drag me along the usual route, one left, two right, two left. They chain me onto a chair, I couldn't move even if I wanted to. They take the burlap sack off, as I blink in the stark light, momentarily blinded.
As my vision swims back into focus, I can see several werewolves in front of me, their Alpha auras projecting off them in force, making me cower back in my chair. Alpha Agnar's aura is somehow stronger now than it was the first time we met, rolling off her in waves.
