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Amelia’s POV I’ve been in Iron Peak for less than 48 hours, and although the pack itself was impressive in size and in wealth, and the pack members I’ve met seem friendly enough, I’m not overly impressed. It’s all shiny on the surface, but I just can’t help feeling that if I looked deeper, I wouldn’t like what I find. These croissants are pretty damn good, though, Ambrosia adds. Apparently a continental style breakfast is typical here, with breads, sliced meats and cheeses, yogurt, muesli, and fruit. Zachary joins me, his plate loaded with the sliced meats and cheeses on a crispy baguette, a bowl of cantaloupe, and a cup of strong black coffee in hand. It seems like he’s in a bit of a hurry, but claims otherwise. Zachary informs me that he has sent out notice to all the single