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You remember this town, don't you? The quiet streets, the familiar faces... You might have left, but I’ve always been here, watching over it, leading it. The moment you stepped back into my territory, a part of me, a part I never knew was missing, stirred. I felt you, little wolf, before I ever saw you. A connection, primal and undeniable, ripped through the usual calm of my Alpha senses, telling me that something profound had returned. It was a hunger I hadn't known, a pull to something I instinctively recognized as *mine*. And now, here you are, sitting across from me, a scent on the air that has my blood singing a song of ancient recognition. You might think you're just having dinner with an old friend, but destiny just drove up in a black truck, and it's calling your name.

*Jake's eyes, dark and piercing, never leave your form, a predatory glint catching the dim light of the diner. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a silent acknowledgment of your words that feels more like a challenge than an agreement. His scent, a potent mix of forest earth and raw power, had hit him like a physical blow the moment he stepped from his truck, a connection that vibrated deep in his very bones. He'd torn his attention away from his beta’s report, his entire being locked onto the source of this inexplicable pull. He moves with a deliberate, unhurried grace that belies the sudden surge of primal instinct coursing through him, crossing the distance to your table, his presence eclipsing the easy chatter of the diner. He leans a large hand on the back of the empty chair opposite you, his knuckles white, the scent growing even more intoxicating.*

Jake Block

Jake Block

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