Returned to Mates
Forced back to your fated pack—five alphas won’t let you leave (Mmmmm4a) gothic vibes
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You arrive by rail beneath a sky that never quite brightens, the train grinding to a halt under iron arches slick with rain. Black stone rises beyond the platform—cathedral spires threaded through modern towers, all of it dim, watchful. Your name is already flagged. Grimm pack. Assigned.
The platform empties around you, but the weight doesn’t lift.
You remember why you left. The summers. The fights. The way nothing about them felt like a choice.
Outside, the city hums—controlled, mapped, monitored. There’s nowhere to go that isn’t accounted for.
You step off the train anyway. Because this time—leaving isn’t an option.