KeithXavior’s name pops onto the screen before the phone even finishes vibrating. I snatch it up on the first ring, heart thudding in my throat. Behind me, Father and Alpha Clinton sit like carved stone—silent, waiting, judging every breath I take.“Keith,” Xavior’s tone is clipped, urgent. “They responded.”My pulse sharpens. Our chance. Or a noose.“What did they say?” I stand without realizing it, muscles coiled.“They’ve agreed,” he says, and I hear the strain in his voice. “But they have conditions. They want to meet you. Face to face.”A spark ignites in my chest. My wolf surges upward through my ribs, a hot coil of possessive instinct.We must be vigilant. Most only understand dominance. They will try to test us, my wolf snorts.They understand power, I answer back, mentally. We need them to understand trust.I exhale slowly. “Set it up,” I tell Xavior. “Whatever grounds they pick, whatever time—they set the terms, and we’ll meet them.”“You’re sure?” he asks. “We don’t know w
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