The moment we entered the house, Arlette’s voice, loud with excitement, cut through the air."Mother, Father, I've brought my mate!"Her happiness seemed blind, as if she hadn't heard a single word of caution I’d given her. She was set on this pretense, whether I liked it or not.I shoved my hands into my pockets, staying silent as a couple in their middle years, but clearly athletic, stood up from the couch, leaving behind the soap opera they were watching on the TV. They were fit and strong for their age, though their graying hair showed they weren't so young anymore.Their eyes moved over me, checking me out from head to toe. I could tell they were subtly sniffing the air, trying to figure out my rank.Like Arlette, they seemed obsessed with status, probably wanting a high-ranking mate to improve their family line. Why was this pack so obsessed with ancestry, pure bloodlines, and genetics? Did they want to take over the werewolf community, getting rid of anyone weak? They were snob
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