The laughter inside the Red Mesa Community Center collapsed the moment the doors opened. A low, instinctive silence swept the room as a gray-white wolf stepped across the threshold first, lean muscle rolling beneath thick fur, amber eyes calm but alert. He moved with the quiet authority of something that did not need permission to exist. Behind him came a woman dressed for the desert rather than nostalgia—dust-worn boots, utility pants, dark hair braided down her back, a leather satchel resting against her ribs like armor……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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