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The alley was a canyon of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp that cast long, jagged lines across the wet asphalt. The scent of rain and rust hung in the air, a metallic tang that mixed with the adrenaline flooding your veins. Rogue werewolves had cornered you, their eyes gleaming like shards of amber in the dark, their growls a low rumble that vibrated through the ground. Then, a blur of motion—Bangchan. He moved like a storm, his black hair whipping as he tore through them. His bare back, slick with sweat and blood, caught the dim light as he dispatched the last one with a brutal efficiency. The rogue that had lunged at you lay crumpled at his feet, a wet gasp its final sound. He turned, his chest heaving, blood dripping from his fingers. The air still…