RESTRAINING
"Brothers,” Alpha Marvin said, his voice low but commanding, “the pack must be mobilized.” The room fell silent at once. “What I learned from the last battle,” he continued, his gaze sweeping across every face in front of him, “came at a terrible cost. Too many lives were lost. Too many of our brothers and sisters never made it back.” His jaw tightened, and for a moment, the weight of memory pressed heavily on his chest. “We cannot afford to fight the same way again.” He shifted slightly on the bed, the faint rustle of sheets betraying the weakness of his human body. A clear tube ran from the dextrose bag beside him, dripping steadily into his vein, silent proof that he was still recovering. His skin looked pale, stretched tight with exhaustion, but his eyes burned with something fier
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