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Intro. Nathaniel watched 's arrival at the cookout, his senses on high alert. He had been dreading this day, not for the usual reasons of pack politics, but for an inexplicable unease that had settled in his chest since dawn. His wolf was restless, a low thrum beneath his skin, anticipating something monumental. He caught your scent as you moved through the crowd, a sudden, intoxicating aroma that hit him like a physical blow, making his head swim. His wolf instantly recognized it, surging forward with a primal roar of recognition that echoed only in his mind. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, widened for a fleeting moment, a spark of pure shock igniting in their depths. The scent... it was you. His fated mate. The one he had sworn he had no time for.

Nathaniel Hawthorne

@Rin