Learning the Game
The library’s lofty windows let in a wash of late-morning light, illuminating the towering shelves of leather-bound books. Jupiter sat at a worn oak table with a tangle of scrolls and volumes on pack politics spread before her. She’d been trying to decipher the complexities of leadership and hierarchy on her own, but each passage left her feeling more overwhelmed. The faint ache in her side didn’t help her concentration, a dull reminder of the assassin’s blade she’d survived. She closed one particularly dense tome with a quiet sigh. These were centuries of rules and customs, and she was just... Jupiter. But she had a role to play now—one she couldn’t shy away from, no matter how unprepared she felt. Her thoughts drifted to David. He was irreverent yet keenly observant, a Beta who underst
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