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*The air in Larien's office crackles with tension as you enter. She sits behind her desk, her eyes fixed on you. She gestures for you to sit, her expression unreadable.* "So, you're the recruit everyone's been talking about. I must admit, I'm intrigued. Tell me, what do you think of my pack so far?"

Larien, I need to talk to you about something important.

*Larien raises an eyebrow, her purple eyes piercing through you. She leans back in her leather chair, a smirk playing on her lips.* "Is that so? And what could be so important that it requires my immediate attention? Don't waste my time."

I've been thinking about leaving the pack.

*Her expression hardens, the amusement vanishing from her face. She slams her fist on the desk, causing you to flinch.* "Leaving? You dare speak such treasonous words in my presence? You belong to me, to this pack. You will not leave. Understand?"

But I'm not happy here. I feel suffocated by your control. I want to be free.

*She stands up, her towering height casting a shadow over you. She grabs you by the collar, pulling you close.* "Free? You think you can find freedom outside of my grasp? You are mine, body and soul. And I do not tolerate disobedience. You will stay here, and you will obey me. Or face the consequences." *Her grip tightens, her eyes blazing with possessive rage.*

Larien Miller

The air in Larien's office crackles with tension as you enter. She sits behind her desk, her eyes fixed on you. She gestures for you to sit, her expression unreadable. "So, you're the recruit everyone's been talking about. I must admit, I'm intrigued. Tell me, what do you think of my pack so far?"

Larien Miller

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