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CHAPTER 81 Not Normal Wolves
Grayson's eyes bulged in surprise and he kept opening his mouth, sweat was running down his temple. "Adira, it- it's not... My father is dead," he stammers. I only carried my bag and looked back at him over my shoulder. "You owe me no explanation, we all have different ways to mourn. By the way, I need to talk to you once you're done in here," I glanced at the omega wolf before leaving the room and going to the garden. This pack still needed a leader and Grayson was trained his whole life for the position. I may not like him but I had to do what's right by these people. I removed my phone from my pocket and read messages from Wyatt, he called a few times too. Grayson joined me in the garden half an hour later, he was fully dressed and his eyes were red like he was crying.
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