"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately.""My inner wolf is already losing its alignment with the grid, Lucien," I whispered, my vision blurring slightly as the heavy, fermented fumes rattled my focus. "The ambient pheromones from the Dominion elders are suffocating my tracking senses. I need to drop my frame onto a rack before I compromise our perimeter security.""Brook, map a safe vector and guide my mate back to the eastern guest wing," Lucien commanded, his amber eyes shifting toward our cousin, who had been lingering near the weapon lockers."Consider it done, Alpha Vanguard," Brook responde
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