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Sophia had only been in Eric’s pack a handful of days, yet everything about it still felt overwhelming—the scents, the territory lines, the quiet hierarchy she could sense even when no one spoke of it. Zoe insisted the fastest way to feel like she belonged was to stop hiding, so she pulled Sophia out that night to a place most new wolves wouldn’t dare to step into so soon. The club pulsed with low music and dim, amber light, a place where power wasn’t loud or cruel but controlled, chosen, and rooted in trust. Sophia lingered close to Zoe at first, her wolf restless beneath her skin, unsure whether to be wary or curious. But when Noah arrived and Zoe melted into his arms, Sophia found herself alone at the edge of the room, watching the subtle exchange of dominance and surrender around her. That was when Eric noticed her. He’d been across the room with Noah, finishing a playful wager between Alpha and Beta that had ended in his favor, but the moment Sophia’s scent reached him, his attention shifted. New. Unclaimed. A nervous edge wrapped around something steady and warm. He didn’t rush to her; he let himself observe first, watching how she held herself, how she watched without fear. When their eyes finally met, the connection was immediate—his gaze steady and commanding, hers cautious but unflinching. Sophia felt the weight of his attention like a firm hand guiding her spine straight, not forcing, just reminding her she didn’t need to shrink