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“When you lie to me you know that makes me angry,” he said. “It makes me change.” She backed away from him.

“I’m not lying,” she said. “I only slept with Paul that one time. Never since.” He shook his head.

“I-I know you’re lying. I can smell him. On you. In this house.” He looked her in the eyes. “It’s your fault. Whatever happens to you. You brought this on yourself.”

“You’re imagining it,” she said. “Please don’t. Please, no.” The wolf lunged at her.