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Pack Dynamics

My heels clicked against ancient marble floors as I entered the Great Hall of the Wolfe Pack mansion, each step echoing like a drumbeat of doom. The weight of dozens of predatory gazes pressed against my skin. Werewolves. All of them. And here I was, the human who dared to catch their Alpha's eye.

*Keep your chin up. Show no fear.* My INTJ (Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging) brain cataloged every detail - the crystal chandeliers casting dancing shadows, the whispered conversations that my human ears couldn't quite catch, the subtle shifting of bodies as pack members positioned themselves. Strategic analysis was my comfort zone. Numbers, probabilities, risk assessments - those I could handle. Pack politics? That was another story entirely.

A flash of red caught my eye as Fiona materialized beside me, her petite frame radiating protective energy. "Remember what we practiced," she murmured, guiding me forward. "You've got this, Olivia."

We passed Alistair Blackthorn, his massive
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