AriaThe first thing I notice is the laughter.It rolls across the pack lands like music—bright, loud, alive. It settles into my chest in a way that feels unfamiliar and… right. For once, there’s no tension hanging in the air, no sense of something waiting to go wrong.Just people.Families.Home.I stand near the edge of it all at first, fingers curling loosely around a cup I’m not really drinking from, taking everything in. Kids dart between tables, some of them still a little wobbly from their first shifts, their excitement practically buzzing off them. Adults gather in clusters, voices overlapping, teasing, congratulating.“Stop hovering.”I blink, turning to find Quin grinning at me, her dark hair pulled up in a messy bun, eyes sparkling with mischief.“I’m not hovering,” I protest.“You are absolutely hovering,” she says, grabbing my wrist before I can argue. “C’mon. You’re meeting people.”Before I can resist, she’s already dragging me into the crowd.My wolf stirs, curious.So
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