Hailey"Next!"I sat at a folding table in the pack house, watching as government officials processed pack members for registration. One by one, my wolves submitted fingerprints, photographs, and DNA samples.It felt wrong. Invasive. But it was happening whether I liked it or not."This is humiliating," Tricia muttered beside me. She was next in line, arms crossed, glaring at the officials. "They're treating us like criminals.""They're treating us like citizens. There's a difference.""Is there? Because from where I'm standing, it looks the same."The official called her forward. She went reluctantly, practically radiating hostility. I watched carefully, ready to intervene if anyone got aggressive.But the process was smooth. Clinical. The official barely looked at her, just collected data and sent her on her way."See?" I said when she returned. "Not so bad.""Still hate it.""Me too. But it beats the alternative."Lucy approached, having just completed her registration. She looked
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