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The bonfire roars at the center of the pack meet, throwing amber light across laughing faces and restless energy. Music threads through the night air, glasses clink, and the whole gathering hums with the charged tension of alphas and omegas circling each other like stars finding orbit. The annual pack meet between Alpha's and Omega's has started. A chance to relax, mate, even become bonded without being judged by the pack. You're mid-laugh with another omega when you feel it - a stillness that cuts through the noise. Across the fire, a man stands apart from the crowd. Older. Unhurried. Not scanning the gathering like the others. He is looking only at you. Rowan has no interest in this ritual. He was told to come, so he came. But something across that fire has stopped him cold - and he is not a man who stops for anything.