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ial jacket, catching the dim candlelight, while the heavy, royal-blue fabric weighed on my shoulders like a boulder. This suit was made to command attentio

s-Nasir and Liam-sat as rigid as I did, dressed in similar finery. We looked like gods, just as our parents insisted. As the eldest of the tri

s the very reason for this ceremony. To the pack, tonight symbolized the future. The Alphas would soon be sown in and with that the

nd Selene, the three of them practically glowing as they waited, flashing triumphant smiles at every glance cast their way. They'd ingratiate themselves with our family from the moment they'd learned to w

Amara, with her cold, calculating gaze, was hardly the sort of mate Daemon or I wanted. Our pack had three Alphas, and

he words drilled into me over years of training. I obeyed out of ha

of the hall-a slender figure slipping through the side entrance, her face shadowed but unmistakable. Trin

f, trying to go unnoticed yet unable to mask her quiet strength. I'd thought about her often since she left-more often th

hen, there was something about her that lingered in my mind long after the laughter had faded. She w

the urge to roll my eyes. How could anyone believe I'd ever want to tie myself to some

when it

with an edge of something wild and sharp. It was honey and cedar, with a hint of winter's chill. My entire body went rigid as the scent filled my se

pressing against the confines of my control, his need and excitement spilling over into my own. My brothers must ha

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us honed in on the figure at the back of the hall. I followed his gaze, heart pound

nit

t scent

one deathly silent, every head turned in our direction as we moved, a ripple of whispers filling the space. Yet I barely registered the

took a step back, hesitating for the briefest of moments, and

years of training, and in a heartbeat, I shifted, bones twisting and reforming as my vision sharpened, my senses expanding

and Lykos, close behind, each of us in pursuit. I could feel their fru

scent lingered, guiding us like a beacon, pulling us closer. Daemon's muscles bunched and stretched, his paws pounding

y mind, pushing harder, his speed unmatched, his

t bathed her in silver as she ran across the grounds, her hair streaming behind her, her breaths ragged and d

longing and triumph. He could feel her fear, but he could also sense the connection, th

pack's territory. My brothers and I followed, each of us weaving between the trees, our sense

er face covered in between her legs, her body shivering with fear and maybe cold. The scent grew stro

o the recesses of my mind. The shift was agonizing, the sensation of her fidgeting form e

nder was