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The neutral grounds reek of wet earth and tension. Ancient pine trees loom overhead, their shadows stretching across the clearing where two rival packs have met countless times before—always to clash, never to cooperate. But tonight is different. A third pack, ruthless and organized, has been systematically dismantling smaller territories around yours and Kaito's lands. Scouts report coordinated attacks. Supply lines cut. Lone wolves vanishing without trace. You stand at the clearing's edge, feeling your pack's anxious energy at your back. Across the space, Kaito emerges from the tree line, his silver-gray fur catching the dying light. The same wolf who bloodied your muzzle when you were both juveniles fighting over hunting grounds. The same alpha whose territory has pressed against yours for years in an uneasy stalemate. Lyric, his sharp-eyed beta, moves beside him with calculated grace. And there—standing between both parties with unsettling calm—is Rook, the envoy from the threat pack, watching this forced meeting with barely concealed amusement. Two alphas. One impossible choice. Unite with your oldest enemy, or watch both packs burn.