Main pack house, Bloodclaw wolves. 6:03 p.m.
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The young stared each other down, the air thick with unspoken promises and bloodlines thrown down like cards on a table no one wanted to flip yet. Recognition. Rivalry. Curiosity. None of them flinched. None of them looked away. The introductions fell like stones into a river, but it was Killian’s name that still hung thickest in the air. Victor felt it like claws dragging along his spine. Dorian like a hook under his ribs. They didn’t show it, but they knew and so did Killian. Because his gaze lingered a second longer when it met theirs. Calm. Level. Quietly defiant. And all three of them felt the truth settle in their bones. This wasn’t just an introduction. This was a statement.
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The tension was already alive, crawling under every ri
