Werewolf's Treasure

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Soren parked his black luxury sports car in the visitor’s parking and got out. He looked way up at the condo high-rise before him. He’d come to see a furnished penthouse apartment that was for sale. He’d already been in contact with the real estate agent who had the listing and booked an appointment to view it. The condo was situated in Toronto’s Harbourfront area, close to the Toronto Harbour and Lake Ontario.

At nine hundred years old, Soren figured it was about time he moved out of his parents’ mansion. Plus it didn’t help that one of his best friends, Kian, took every opportunity he could get to rib him about it. Yes, Kian had left his family’s home first, and was now mated to Jorja, but that didn’t give him the right to ride Soren’s ass just for the fun of it. For werewolf kind, the age of nine hundred was young in their years, since they could live to be three thousand.

Soren strolled toward the front of the building and looked around. So far he liked what he saw. There was some greenery in the way of potted plants running along the walkway. The agent was supposed to meet him just inside the entrance. Her name was Treasure. He’d wondered what it had been like for her growing up with a name like that. She’d sounded young over the phone, but for all he knew she could be someone’s grandma.

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