Did you not read the company policy?

My, was Nimue enthralled by this woman; the way she spoke about power and strength, made a shiver of excitement roll down her tiny spine. The sensation clawed it way down to her tail, which stayed to sway back and forth out of reflex. Now we’re talking. This was the first wolf she’d met who so openly talked about this stuff, and Nimue was for it.

She went on to talk about The Syndicate; weaving a tale of knowledge, strategy, and risk-taking. Nimue leaned forward in her seat, anticipation shimmering in her eyes, the need to know what happened rolling off her body in palpable waves.

They’d started as a band, led by a king who called himself a Sultan. His cousin befriended a kid, gave him books and treats, and considered him a friend. Now this was getting boring. But then, Absinth stopped with a hook; they needed to become a pack. Something drastic must have happened, something related to the boy. Nimue felt a wave of alarm start to raise in her gut. Did they kill him!?

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