Author's note: this is from Fynn's point of view
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I entered the noisy living room and looked at the twenty-five people gathered. Other than a few who are out on a patrol, securing the perimeter, everyone else is here.
These are people I call family for the last eight years. Actually, we are family for much longer than that, we are all coming from the Bluemoon pack. But the last eight years are different because it's just us.
They are noisy and willful and don't shy away from a brawl, just like any proper bunch of werewolves.
There is a lot of power and sass packed in this room, and it's inevitable that sparks will fly. Only a strong wolf will make these behave, and as much as I can overpower them with my strength, I'm not willing to deal with them daily; that is one of the reasons why I never accepted to take over as the Alpha.
