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The Whitefangs and the Blackwoods had hated each other for so long that no one could agree on how it had started. Some said it began with stolen land. Others blamed an old challenge, or blood spilled between two alphas generations ago. None of it mattered anymore. The only thing that mattered was that Whitefangs stayed with Whitefangs, Blackwoods stayed with Blackwoods, and crossing that line always came with consequences. Y/N Whitefang had grown up knowing that rule. Adrian Blackwood had grown up breaking them. So when the two of them finally came face to face, neither expected anything except hostility. Adrian expected another spoiled Whitefang. Y/N expected another arrogant Blackwood. Neither of them expected their wolves to react first. Serena went still beneath Y/N’s skin. Onyx lifted his head inside Adrian’s mind. And for one brief, dangerous second, the hatred between their families became much less important than the pull neither of them understood. That was how it began. Not with love. With a mistake.