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The pack gathered at their secret meeting place at a small temple on top of the hill. Mori walked in, Roy flanking her right side. There were twenty other werefoxes around, now in human form. Mori sensed a strange aura in the air, but said nothing. As usual, she walked to the middle of the room as the leader of the group. Five senior members of the clan sat on chairs on a raised platform in a corner of the temple.
Roy glanced at Mori to be sure she was okay. She limped a bit but seemed to be moving fine. Mori looked up and caught his deep brown eyes—her fierce gaze always made any other fox flinch, but not him. He smiled at her instead.
An old man standing at a corner grumbled, “Why was this meeting so urgent? I need to work for a living. If you can’t bring in the money to support us
