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Information about the subject's background should be listed here. The default text is an excerpt from "Finbar", a novel by the site owner.[break][break]

"Family?" one of the other wolves, a brown-and-silver female with cutting yellow eyes, sneered.[break]
"A rogue like you has no place in our pack’s lands. Whatever claim you think you have, it ends now."
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Finbar's fur bristled in unease as he felt the weight of their animosity pressing in. His heart sank low; he knew he couldn't win in a fight against three strong wolves from Willow’s pack, nor would he want to fight them anyway if he could at all avoid it. They viewed him as an intruder, a threat to their territory, even if his intentions were pure; it is not like they would believe him, though, not yet.
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"I'm not your enemy," Finbar said through gritted teeth, stressed beyond what he thought he was capable of handling. “I'm only here because Willow—”[break]
"Willow?" The gray wolf interrupted, a dark chuckle escaping his throat. "Hah! So you are who we’re looking for. Finbar. You think claiming our High Lady’s affection gives you a free pass to roam wherever you please?" He snarled, stepping even closer, his breath hot against Finbar’s face. "You're lucky we don't rip you apart right here."[break]
The depth of the lead wolf’s snout scars intimidated him further, showing that this male was not afraid to fight and to kill if he had to, for every scar told a story.[break]
The brown-and-silver female wolf moved closer, her growl deep and menacing, white fangs flashing like the foam on river crests. "You’re coming with us, wolf-dog."[break]
Finbar's mind dashed in circles as he tried to figure out how to talk his way out of this situation. The tension in the air was palpable as he stood surrounded by the three wolves. He knew he was outmatched.. There was no way out. The pack wolves of Isolation Mountain, trained and disciplined, had their mind set on apprehending him.[break]
Before Finbar could react, the gray wolf lunged, knocking him off balance. Finbar hit the ground with a thud, the air forced out of his lungs. He struggled to stand, but the other two wolves were already on him. The female wolf clamped her jaws around his scruff, pinning him down. Her grip was firm, but not meant to draw blood—yet. It was clear they intended to take him alive.
"Stay down, outsider," she growled in his ear, her voice full of disdain.[break]
Finbar resisted the urge to snap back. He knew he had no leverage here. These wolves were members of a structured pack, loyal to their authority figure, and they would not hesitate to carry out whatever punishment they deemed necessary. He had to think of Willow and the pups—if he fought back now, he would lose everything.[break]
The gray wolf stepped forward, his eyes hard. "You’ll be brought to the Alpha," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "Your fate will be decided by him."[break]
Finbar felt a shiver run through him. The Alpha—he knew that his presence here, as an outsider who had mated with one of their own, would not be taken lightly. He was an interloper in their land, someone who had not earned the trust of the pack; and now, he was going to face the consequences.[break]
The third wolf, a slender golden male with eyes like a tiger’s eye gemstone, stepped up to flank Finbar. He nudged him roughly with his shoulder. "Get up," he commanded.[break]
The wolf-dog struggled to his feet, the female still keeping a firm hold on his scruff. He was forced to walk with his head low, his legs trembling slightly from the adrenaline coursing through his body. The wolves surrounded him, their postures aggressive and unyielding. He was their prisoner now, and there was no escape.[break]
The gray wolf led the way, cutting a path through the thick forest. The mist clung to the ground, making the world around them feel surreal, heavy and ominous.[break]
As they walked, Finbar's thoughts raced. What would happen to him now? Would they even give him a chance to explain? Or would they judge him based solely on the fact that he was an outsider who had, in their eyes, stolen Willow away for his own carnal desires?[break]
The silence between the wolves was heavy, broken only by the occasional growl or low mutter; this was how they communicated with each other. Finbar could feel their mistrust and animosity, and they were not interested in his story.[break]
He prayed that his family would remain safe, fearing more for the fates of his pups than for himself.[break]
All around him, wildlife seemed to go silent in the presence of the huge wolves.[break]