Even in this broken-down pack, the elders insisted on a welcome dinner for Gavin and Sarah.Candles flickered in the old, dusty hall, a weak attempt at a formal atmosphere.I sat at the head table, watching Gavin and Sarah."Gavin, your tie is crooked," Sarah said softly, reaching out to fix it.Her fingers brushed his chest, a casual, intimate touch.Gavin paused but didn't push her away."Thanks," he murmured.My nails dug into my palms."Careful, don't spill wine on your shirt," Sarah said, picking up a napkin to gently dab the corner of Gavin's mouth.I used to do that for him. All the time.Now, another woman was doing it for my mate, right in front of everyone.The elders exchanged uneasy glances, whispering among themselves."Gavin, when will you merge the packs?" Elder Marcus asked.Gavin put down his glass. "It will take some time. The North is still not stable."Seven years, and still the same excuse."Elara has given so much for this pack," the elder's wife sighed. "So young
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