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The pack hall buzzed with movement, wolves greeting each other in small groups, the hum of conversations bouncing off the wooden beams overhead. I stood near the back doors, fingers hooked around the strap of my bag, trying to keep my thoughts straight after everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. Alexander walked in through the front entrance with an ease that shifted the entire room. Conversations slowed. Heads turned. Wolves stepped aside without him saying a ...