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wasn’t part of the pack anymore.
    Strangely, she wasn’t exactly torn up about it.
    “Don’t you dare show your face in pack territory again,” the wolf spit when he rose to his feet, stating the obvious. “Any of you,” he added, addressing Tarik, Vince and Bain.
    She could have said she had no intention to, but she wouldn’t be seen obeying to him so instead, she tilted her head and asked, “What are you going to do about it? Bark orders?”
    He’d ordered her to fall in line through the pack link. Seven times. Each of them had fallen flat. The instant the three wolves by her side had decided to protect her, they’d stopped being subjected to his will, too.
    Holy shit. She was an Alpha. She had a pack.
    You sure do, a familiar voice announced, reaching her although Jaya was miles away.
    What the hell?
    Tarik gave in his two cents: I’ve given everyone a head’s up before leaving the pack.
    Holy shit. Paying attention, she felt people through the new link. A hell of a lot more than a handful, too.
    She knew just when Norman realized the same thing. His usual scowl transformed into a murderous grimace.
    “You’re going to regret crossing me, you slutty, pathetic excuse for a…”
    Ok, enough of that. She locked eyes with him and stared, sending out dominating, domineering vibes.
    One minute in, he dropped his gaze and turned around, leaving in a huff.
    She smirked, pretty damn satisfied with herself. She’d always known she could out-alpha the jerk, but she hadn’t, because… she wasn’t sure why, actually. Becoming an Alpha hadn’t entered her mind until she’d had a compelling reason to disagree with Norman’s command.
    Lana turned towards that compelling reason, wincing as she imagined the disgust in his eyes.
    Surprisingly, there was none.
    The prince of Enom simply looked exhausted and confused; to his credit, though, he hadn’t seemed frightened, even when facing what he must have realized was a death sentence.
    Her wolf approved. She approved a lot, wanting to rub herself all over him, like a slutty little wolfie puss.
    “Come on, your highness, we’ll take you back home. You may have heard – there’s a big bad wolf in these woods.” 
     

     
    So judge him, but Chase was silent at first; and cold, too. He also felt quite nauseous. He was no doctor but he was so bold as to presume his symptoms meant that he was in shock right now.
    Twenty minutes into their walk, he stiffened when they came across other oversize wolves.
    Many of them.
    “Chill out,” a naked redheaded guy said, next to him. His accent was slight, but noticeably foreign: slower, more languid than Chase’s. “These are the good guys. More or less.”
    Because that was reassuring.
    Some of the wolves were holding bags in their mouth, others had been loaded with goods around a saddle, like horses – well, they certainly were the right size for that.
    A graying white wolf pushed its snout against the woman in the red hood and Chase felt the first emotion fight his way out of the numbness. A powerful, irrational jolt of jealousy.
    “That’s Mary, Lana’s mother,” the guy said, immediately easing his nerves.
    Lana. What an utterly normal, common, non-wolfish name that was. Chase wondered how many things existed in the world without his knowledge; things called Mary and Lana. Things he spoke to everyday without knowing which shape they turned into in the dark. He wondered how many of them were threats.
    “You’re going to hunt the pack when we get you back, aren’t you?”
    Chase didn’t deny it; if it was the last thing he did, he’d get rid of that psychotic wolf. As for the rest of them…
    “Why did you obey him?”
    It was the first words that had come out of his mouth since the attack and strangely, his voice was steady, firm.
    The Wilderling looked at him for a long time before responding.
    “I could try to explain. You wouldn’t get it; not really. I’d need to show you. Trust me?”
    What a ridiculous