The Puppet's End

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The heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s office felt completely inadequate against the suffocating, rancid aura bleeding from the small, jagged stone. It sat on Kael’s mahogany desk, pulsing with a sickly purple light that seemed to swallow the warmth of the room. The scent of ozone and pine was entirely replaced by the foul stench of rotting earth and ancient decay. Kael stared at the tether, his stormy grey eyes narrowing. He didn't need to touch it to feel the absolute malice radiating from its core. The Alpha wolf inside him was snarling, pacing relentlessly, urging him to crush the stone into dust. "Where exactly did you pull this from, Harrison?" Kael demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. Dr. Harrison swallowed hard, wiping a nervous bead of sweat from his forehead. "It was embed

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