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The cool air outside hit my nostrils as if I ran into a wall. I inhaled sharply.

It tasted like freedom. Like everything I had missed in the past few days.

The outside was free. No guards. No werewolves in sight. Which isn't surprising.

My steps steadied, a bit, better than earlier now as we sneaked to the back of the building, and into our room.

“We need to get you something to eat first,” Azira murmured stepping away to the cupboard. She scanned through the opening. “But there's ...