LinaI knock once, then twice, measured and polite, on the Alpha’s door.I look behind me at the curious gazes coming my way from the wolves and the intrigued ones from the Lycans milling about. Some of the males have already begun working on constructing additional temporary cabins.They know.The words taunt me, hover over me like a parent disciplining a child, but I breathe out the anxiety of being known.This is what new feels like.My Lycan paces beneath my skin, claws clicking in impatience. Speak quickly. We won't have much time. We need to move tonight.I know, I murmur back internally. I’m doing this.The door opens, and for half a heartbeat, I’m confused. I expect authority carved in muscle and dominance, not the kindly, weathered face of an older man with silver threading his dark hair. His eyes are sharp, though—keen in a way that reminds me of wolves who have survived long enough to earn their years.His dominance is apparent, though not overtly expressed, unlike some of
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