SHERRYThe heat inside the pack house was suffocating, thick with the scents of alcohol, roasted meat, and the overwhelming musk of dozens of wolves. I pressed my back deeper into the shadows of the arched stone pillar, clutching my old, worn paperback novel tight against my chest. It was my shield. If I kept my eyes on the pages, maybe the rest of the Blood Moon pack would forget the Alpha’s younger sister was even in the room.I hated these gatherings. I was twenty, but everyone still treated me like a fragile glass doll that would shatter if the wind blew too hard."You're hiding again, Sherry," a deep, warm voice rumbled from above me.I looked up, a small smile breaking through my nervousness. My brother, Viktor, stood there, his Alpha aura radiating comfort rather than command. He looked so much like our father—strong, broad-shouldered, and completely grounded."I'm not hiding," I lied softly, shifting the book. "I'm just reading."Viktor laughed, "At a pack victory party? Co
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