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There was something about Wolf, thought Jake.
The way his knuckles bruised, the way each punch that scratched his hands wore away at his skin until crimson droplets appeared.
The way his unkempt tufts of hair made him look like a wolf (hah!), and his gorgeous, ivory face, begged to be splattered with blood.
The way he did whatever he fucking wanted. He wasn’t stuck doing whatever some bastard with a little bit of money and power asked him to. The way Jake punched him, over and over, and he had got up.
Somehow, he had never felt so alive.