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The Prophecy
Tyler's POV The enticing aroma of grilled meat wafted through the air as we entered the feast. Luke and Jackson took their seats, appearing more at home in this supernatural setting. Meanwhile, my stomach growled, a testament to both hunger and anticipation. As we settled in, a man named Jake stepped forward. His presence exuded a mix of authority and kindness, creating a unique aura for an alpha. "Greetings, travelers. I'm Edward, Alpha of the Talon Pack," he said, nodding in acknowledgment with a warmth that defied the usual alpha stereotypes. I exchanged glances with Luke and Jackson, sensing that this alpha carried a depth not immediately apparent. Edward leaned against the table, his posture a blend of seasoned confidence and the quiet assurance that comes with age. "I'm sure you m
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