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The gathering buzzed with tension beneath the calm hush of the trees as Azira and I maneuvered through the crowd. The air reeked of sweat, woods, and the musky scents of werewolves.

“Do you think the merging would really take place? Like how does it work?” I whispered, clutching her arm like a kid.

Azira didn't respond as she pushed through, creating a way for us.

For days, the Pack members have arranged and anticipated this day.

We stopped at a hidden area, where a few people ...