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e were barely out of our rental on Johnson City pack grounds when a harried beta rushed up to us.
“High Alpha! I’m so glad you’re back. Alpha Todd has put together a last-minute fete to celebrate your historic visit to Texas.”
“Historic?” Kane asked with a heavy dose of skepticism.
“Apparently, it’s been more than two hundred years since your father visited, and that was before Alpha Todd’s time. The neighboring pack Alphas, ah, would like the opportunity to participate in history. Or so they bellowed over the phone. Repeatedly. Until he agreed to host the event, which begins in less than two hours.”
The beta’s harried expression suddenly made a lot more sense. Dread built in my chest. A room full of alpha energy was not my idea of a good time ever, but especially not now. I w
