Six people sat in the east dining room, surrounded by an uncomfortable silence. I arrived at exactly seven. Not early, not late. Precision mattered here. It showed them I understood the rules, even if I had only just learned them. I took the empty seat by the window and poured myself coffee, trying to look like I belonged. No one spoke, but they noticed. That was enough. The man at the far end didn’t look up. Dorian. He was the head enforcer, with broad shoulders and a controlled posture. A scar ran from his ear to his jaw, one that healing hadn’t erased. He wasn’t watching me, but he was aware of me. That was worse. Across from him, a woman read from a tablet. Senna. She was the pack physician, with dark hair pinned back and an inked finger. Her food sat untouched. When she finally looked at me, something flickered in her eyes. It wasn’t recognition or suspicion, but something in between. Then it was gone. I looked away first. The others at the table were younger—two enforcer
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