The fluorescent diner sign flickered, casting a soft amber glow over the pavement as Lena and Aiden approached the entrance. Laughter and the warm clatter of plates came from inside, a mix of scents—grilled meat, melting cheese, and sugary milkshakes—mixing into the cool evening air.The diner, Wolfie’s Joint, had a long-standing reputation in the Pack. It wasn’t just a diner; it was the hangout spot for young wolves.Lena forced another smile—tight-lipped, fleeting, more a reflex than a feeling—as Aiden opened the door for her. His scent, clean and faintly woodsy, followed her inside.“After you,” he said, gesturing gallantly.Lena stepped in. The warmth hit her first. Then the noise. The booths were filled with chatting teens, groups of young wolves exchanging stories, some loud, others whispering with eyes darting about like they were swapping secrets. A track from some indie werewolf band played from the jukebox near the counter.Aiden looked around with familiarity, his face
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