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The private dining room was set to perfection. Dim lighting overhead, soft classical nature music playing from the stereo in the corner (think Coplin), and calming lavender and rose incense coated the air in thin threads of smoke. I stood just inside the doorway with Logan. His normal style was to ensure everyone who was supposed to me at the dinner arrived safely. Once, when I was fourteen and just learning my way, Paul explained that it was because Alpha wolves in the wild rarely actually led. The Luna led, while the Alpha took up the rear to ensure no one got left behind. My older brother led his pack the same way, giving way to an entirely new system that every Howler swore by. Letting the atmosphere settle over me, I waited with him as the Grey family moved into the room and toward
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