Gianna.The moment we stepped into the community grounds, I understood exactly why Marcus didn’t want me here.Eyes.Everywhere.Not obvious staring exactly. Wolves were too controlled for that. Too disciplined.But I felt it anyway.The curiosity.The whispers moving quietly beneath conversations.The subtle turns of heads whenever Ivan walked past.Whenever we walked past.The air itself felt different here.Cleaner.Sharper.Everything smelled like pinewood, rain, and wolf.My wolf stirred faintly beneath my skin almost immediately.Alert.Restless.Beside me, Ivan’s hand brushed lightly against my lower back as we walked through the main hall.“Wait.”Mum's voice stopped all of us.We turned.Her expression was calm, but I knew her well enough to see the tension hiding underneath it.“We're not here to challenge the elders,” she said carefully. “If there's even the slightest chance we can avoid a confrontation, we should take it.”That sounded much better than "blowout."Less expl
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