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Emily POV

After the celebratory meal, Roman and I joined Elliot in his private study. The room was adorned with shelves of ancient tomes, relics of our pack's history, and a large oak desk covered in parchment. It was here that many important decisions had been made, and today would be no different.

Elliot, dressed in the traditional attire of our pack's warriors, stood by the window, gazing out at the lush gardens beyond. His demeanor was serious, a reflection of the weight of recent events.

"Roman," he began, his voice steady, "we cannot afford to underestimate our adversaries any longer. The attack on our pack and Luna's condition... it's all interconnected."

I took a seat, my eyes never leaving Elliot. His years of experience as one of our most skilled warriors gave his words a gravitas that demanded attention.

Roman nodded in agreement, his brow furrowing in deep thought. "I know, Elliot. I've been reevaluating our defenses, and we need to be prepared for any future threats."

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