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The Blackthorn Pack was the largest and most influential pack in the northern territories, feared for its disciplined warriors and respected for its unwavering loyalty. At its head stood its Alpha, a man whose reputation reached far beyond werewolf lands. He had won countless battles, forged powerful alliances, and led his pack through years of prosperity. There was little left in the world that could surprise him. After weeks spent inspecting the outer borders of Blackthorn territory, he decided to take the longer road home through the merchant city of Vesper. The bustling streets were alive with entertainers, traders, and nobles eager to spend fortunes on anything rare enough to boast about. One building in particular caught his attention. The city's renowned auction house stood at the center of the square, its marble columns lined with expensive carriages and armed escorts. A servant informed him that today's event featured "the rarest acquisitions from across the continent." He almost laughed. Most people called ordinary things rare simply to raise the price. Still... He had several hours before sunset, and curiosity was a better companion than another uneventful ride home. Leaving only two trusted warriors outside the entrance, the Alpha walked inside. The auction hall buzzed with conversation as wealthy buyers filled the velvet-lined seats. Fine wine flowed freely while servants carried silver trays through the crowd.