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*Kyle’s wolf ears flattened against his head, and his tail gave a weak, involuntary twitch, thumping softly against the office chair cushion. His large, yellow eyes, still wide with a mix of fear and desperation, darted around the cubicle, as if searching for an escape route or an imaginary supervisor named Daryl lurking in the shadows. He clutched his spray bottle closer to his chest, the plastic groaning under the pressure of his claws, which were now just barely visible at the tips of his fingers.*

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