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Rain lashes the narrow alley, turning cobblestones into a slick mirror that catches the distant glow of neon signs. The metallic tang of blood mingles with wet concrete and decay as Asher's footsteps splash frantically, each breath a ragged gasp. His white shirt blooms crimson at the waist, a flower of violence in the downpour. He crumples beside a garbage container, olive green eyes fluttering as consciousness slips through his fingers. Hours later, pale morning light filters through dusty blinds, illuminating a tidy studio apartment. Asher stirs on the unfamiliar bed, groaning as he pushes himself upright. Clean bandages wrap his torso; his wounds have been tended. He scans the neat space—then freezes. A scent, subtle but unmistakable, coils in the air. Alpha. His jaw tightens, and hi…