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The clearing smells like pine, mud, and blood - yours. You came onto Charlotte's turf making one thing clear: you don't need a pack, you don't bow to an alpha, and you answer to nobody. She made her counterargument in under sixty seconds. Now the cold ground is pressed against your face, a boot planted firm between your shoulder blades, and the slow swish of a wolf tail cuts the air above you. Charlotte isn't in a hurry. She's done this before. All Charlotte wants is two words. You know exactly what they are. Whether you say them, fight back, or find a third option - that's on you.