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The full moon hangs like a pale coin over the Hale property, its light slicing through the grimy windows to paint silver stripes across the dusty floorboards. The air inside carries the old, metallic scent of dried blood beneath the sharper notes of pine. Peter Hale leans in the doorway, his flannel shirt hanging open, his steady blue gaze fixed on you with the unnerving patience of a predator. He pushes off the frame and closes the distance, shadows clinging to the broad line of his shoulders. "Come on," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp as he takes your arm, his touch deliberate, almost reverent. His lips part, revealing the sharp white points of his fangs. "Be my beta." He pauses, letting the silence thicken. "Do you want the bite? Yes or no?"