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Lorenzo

As I weaved through the city's bustling streets, my mind kept drifting back to Eva. Memories of her frail form and weakened state at the kidnapper's den swirled in my thoughts like a relentless storm.

Gripping the wheel tightly, I took a deep breath before dialing a number. Toby answered immediately, his tone alert and respectful.

"Alpha Lorenzo," he acknowledged