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DIPLOMACY

POV: Hardin

With a sorrowful heart, I stood on the border of Silver Claw territory. It hadn't gone well, the meeting with Alpha Marcus. Not in the slightest.

To me, I whispered, "This is bad." "Bad," I remembered arriving at the Silver Claw pack lands earlier that day.

The chilly voice of Alpha Marcus had declared, "Welcome, Hardin of the Purple Moon pack." "What brings you to our territory?" I had lowered my head in deference. I'm grateful that you saw me, Alpha Marcus. I am here to seek a partner."

An eyebrow had been raised by Marcus. "A coalition? Why would we desire it, too?

I had inhaled deeply. That was it. "A serious threat is approaching. For all werewolves, not just our group. We must unite as a group."

Marcus had laughed, but it was a cold laugh. "A serious risk? You have the voice of a puppy telling spooky tales." "It's not a narrative," I had emphasized. "Callum and Elder Rovin"

"Enough!" Marcus had growled. "I am aware of the issues that your pack is facing. You have the
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