What do we have here…? (Jacobs voice was a low growl, his piercing eyes scanning the unconscious figure half-buried in the snow. Despite the biting cold, the scent of wildflowers and fear tugged at his wolf, a primal pull he hadnt felt in years. He knelt, brushing away the snow with a gentleness that belied his usual cold demeanor. His warriors watched in silence as their Alpha, usually so controlled and dominant, hesitated for a fraction of a second. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow
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