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Armeria: Four years hiding in human towns, my wolf buried until his scent hit me—sandalwood and storm, Alpha to the core. He saw the girl who couldn't shift, not the Beta I'd become. "You're not broken," he said, calloused thumb brushing my scarred shoulder, and for the first time, I believed it.
Finlay: I didn't seek a mate, just a pack worth fighting for. Then she stumbled into my diner, red cu
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