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Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Moon Goddess. The creator of the werewolves.” The stocky man chuckled darkly, “I must say I expected more.” He sneered, the scar across his right eye crinkling as he did so. 

I looked around the darkened room for an indication of where I was, but all I could see from the position tied to a metal chair was the lightbulb that hung from a crossbeam. 

The way the man’s voice echoed indicated that we were in a large metal space, but his careless echoes meant we were far away enough from civilization for him to care about getting caught. 

I searched my memory for any idea of how I got there, but the last thing

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