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By the time the sun dips below the trees, every Alpha has arrived.
The meeting is tomorrow. The necklaces are handed out—each child in the vision now protected, even if they don’t know why. For tonight, the house is loud with chaos. Kids from every territory have taken over the east wing for what is apparently the world’s most highly secured slumber party. Guards at every exit, snacks everywhere, and laughter loud enough to vibrate through the walls.
In the dining hall, it’s a different kind of noise. Testosterone. Ego. Alpha politics. It rolls in like fog and settles over the table like a tension blanket made of raw steak and unresolved grudges.
I’m perched on Caden’s lap, mostly to stop him from flipping the table at every sarcastic comment tossed his way, but also because he kee
