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Jul 03, 2026
The storm didn't just knock out the power; it seemed to strip away the thin veneer of safety I had spent the last two weeks trying to build for Buster. As I sat on the cold hardwood floor, clutching my bruised shin, the house felt cavernous and hostile. Buster stood over me, his massive shoulders tense, his chest rising and falling in shallow, silent breaths. He wasn’t growling at the storm. His eyes were locked on the coat closet door, which had swung slightly open in the draft.
Jun 03, 2026
Dominic Castelliano did not uniform his anger in shouts. He wore it like his tailored charcoal suits—immaculately structured, freezing to the touch, and deadly. When he walked through the heavy oak doors of his estate three hours ahead of schedule, the air in the foyer instantly shifted. The guards straightened their spines, their eyes darting to the floor. They knew the signs. A deal in Manhattan had gone south, or someone had crossed a line that shouldn't even have been drawn.
Apr 21, 2026
The scratch in the dirt wasn't from a bobcat. Caleb’s fingers hovered over the deep, jagged gouges in the mud right outside his porch. Three parallel lines, sliced deep into the earth, ending in a heavy, deliberate puncture. A claw mark. But the span of it was monstrous—far wider than the mother bobcat’s paw, wider even than any cougar that had ever stalked these woods.
