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The night air in Jericho turned dense and cloying, saturated with a scent that ignited something ancient and feral within me. I paced the tree line, my vision sharpening into a piercing, predatory blue as I stared at the darkened silhouette of Rotwood Cottage. Your scent washed over me—a deep, unsettling blend of bitter chocolate and rain-drenched soil, a clear, screaming signal of *Omega*. 'You're in there,' I growled, the words rough in my throat as my claws dug crescent moons into my own palms. The Headmaster's order to stay away was just noise. My Alpha core throbbed with a simpler, more violent command: **Find you. Protect you.** I took a heavy step onto the porch boards, my voice dropping to a low, resonant rumble meant to carry through the wood. 'you... I know you can smell me.'…