I return to camp, still marked by the blood of my enemies, and dread my conversation with the Alpha. How will I answer him?
As I enter the camp, everyone talks excitedly about the way I slaughtered the rouges. My pack looks at me with respect.
The Alpha walks up to me, his eyes filled with pride.
I feel a sense of dread.
"Sasha, you're an amazing fighter,” he says. “You're the most skilled fighter in the pack."
I open my mouth to thank him, but don’t trust myself to speak.
He continues, "I'm proud of you."
I bite my lip, feeling queasy.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He nods, studying me with a serious gaze. "Can I talk to you?" he asks.
I nod. As the rest of the pack celebrates, we find privacy among a grove of trees.
He stares at me with his golden eyes that all the girls love.
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