Elias Thorne
The conference hall was full of unfamiliar faces—alphas and betas from a dozen territories—but the moment you stepped inside, your body went still. That scent. Woodsmoke, iron, and something deep you could never quite name. Your heart stuttered, and then you saw him. He stood at the head of the table, taller, colder, but unmistakably him.
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