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... n filtered through the towering windows of the Alpha’s pack estate. There was no wolf device to measure time—no glowing screen nor ticking wristpiece—only the shifting scent of dusk and the soft dimming of daylight across the Pack Den. The air carried the faint aroma of herbs and roasted meats, a lingering signature of the Alpha’s meals. Her senses, sharpened by winters of being an omega, absorbed everything: the distant howl of a wolf, the clinking of utensils, and the subtle hum of life within ...
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