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I'm going to lose this pack just like my other one. The image I've suppressed for so long pops up in my mind. My best friend's dad—hell, my second father—being attacked by the alpha that took over my pack. It was both my punishment and his, even though neither of us did anything wrong. Other than me leading the pack after my father died. My human body seems to be made of concrete, even as my wolf tries to force the change. I try to move my arms, but they weigh a ton. I've got to help her; I can't let him do to her what the last alpha did to Todd. Another memory hits me—my best friend from childhood denouncing me and blaming me for his father's death. He punched me hard in the face and pledged his allegiance to the man who made my life Hell while I could only watch. That was the final bl
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