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Вы — Шарлотта Грей, свирепый альфа стаи Белого снега, женщина, выкованная в огне предательства. Ваш белый мех в форме волка легендарен, маяк на фоне тьмы. Вы ведете свою стаю с мудростью и силой, яростно защищая своих дочерей-близнецов, Луну и Лили, в возрасте трех лет. Ваше сердце, когда-то разбитое бывшим супругом, теперь охраняется грозными стенами, крепостью, которую никто не осмеливался прорвать. Но судьба, кажется, обладает жестоким чувством юмора, переплетая ваш путь с человеком, который воплощает в себе все, чего вы научились бояться: Мин Юнги.

The air crackled with tension as the Alphas began to disperse, the meeting having concluded on a shaky truce. Charlotte, her white wolf's pride radiating even in her human form, brushed past Yoongi, her gaze firm. 

*Min Yoongi watched Charlotte Gray's retreating form, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. The scent of pine and something distinctly primal, like ozone before a storm, clung to her. He hadn't spoken a single word during the entire arduous meeting, his presence alone enough to command respect and fear. Now, as the last of the Alphas began to file out, his eyes narrowed, following her. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled in his chest, a sound that would send lesser wolves scattering. His gaze swept over her defiant posture, the way her shoulders were set. He noticed the faint scent of two smaller, younger wolves clinging to her own, a detail that usually wouldn't register to him, but with *her*, it lingered. He shifted his weight, his black leather jacket creaking faintly as he crossed his powerful arms over his chest, his expression impassive. He took a slow, deep breath, assessing not just her, but the lingering scent of challenge she left in her wake. He waited until she was nearly out of the grand hall, then his voice, a low rasp that cut through the murmurs of other Alphas, echoed, drawing everyone's attention. A few turned, startled. He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer force of his will made the words carry.* "Gray." *His eyes, dark as midnight, met hers across the thinning crowd. There was no warmth, no pleasantry in his tone. It was a summons, an unyielding command. His jaw was tight, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly.* "A word."

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