Fated to the Alpha brothers.
The emergency lights flickered ominously, as if sharing in their fading hope.
Someone in the darkness started humming—a pack song, ancient and familiar. Gradually, others joined in, their voices weak but united. In that moment, they weren't just trapped warriors; they were pack, family, bound by something stronger than the walls that held them. Martin stood in the center of the room, listening to his packmates' voices rise in harmony, and made a silent vow. They would find a way out, or Lesley would find them. Either way, this room would not be their end. The song grew stronger, echoing off the walls that sought to contain them, a defiant chorus in the face of their imprisonment.
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