Third Person's POVBefore long, Pheisar, Dominic, and Jasper—followed closely by Glen, Noah, and Simon—had all gathered in the second-floor hallway.Obsidian's packhouse was massive, and the hallway was wide and covered in thick carpet, but it felt claustrophobic now with so many powerful wolves crowded into it.Angry, suppressed, anxious, and gloating pheromones stacked on top of each other, turning the air into an unsettling, heavy heat.The lounge door was slightly ajar.A sliver of dim, yellow light spilled through the crack, along with the thick, murky scent of a strange male's pheromones—heavy and clearly intensified with intent.Everyone in the hallway stopped.Pheisar was at the very front, staring at that door, frozen.He had stormed upstairs fueled by pure rage and the howling of Chase in his head.But standing right here, his legs felt like lead. A defense he didn't even know he had suddenly
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