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... on the kind that clung to your skin like smoke. We were seated around the long, oak council table carved generations ago by the founding wolves of our pack.
To my right sat Cayden, rigid in his seat, his jaw set as hard as stone. Across from us, Leon, our Gamma, leaned forward, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak much, but when he did, his words often cut deeper than fangs.
The elders filled the rest of the room—three wrinkled old wolves clinging to their pride like life ...
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