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An Unexpected Home
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2025-09-01 00:01:12Lucien’s POV
I never thought I would feel… this. Standing in the Villa of Lake Tahoe, the sunlight spilling through tall windows, I feel my chest tighten in a way I cannot quite place. It is not fear, exactly, though there is a thread of caution, but awe. Pure, unfiltered awe.They call this place the Haven of Shadows, and I can understand why. It is not just a villa. It is a sanctuary. Every corner hums with power, not the kind meant to dominate or strike fear, but the kind that steadies, strengthens, anchors. And it is alive, alive in a way I have never witnessed in centuries of wandering, of hiding, of surviving.The pack. That is what they call themselves. Wolves, witches, even a human healer, measured by the way the alpha, Jandro, watches, I sense there is more than simple hierarchy here. Respect, trust, and an unseen thread of connection tie them together, binding them in ways I didn’t think possible outside my own kind. And then it happens
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