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Liam: Flashback I am holding the head of the dead rogue wolf in my hand, and it is in wolf form with its mouth open and its tongue out. I am welcomed by deafening cheers when I walk through the door of the wooden house, wearing my shorts with my body covered in sweat, dust and bruises that are already healing. "How are you, son?" Beta Duncan, who is my adoptive father, gets up from his seat, and walks towards me, standing taller than usual, and he pats my back with a wide grin that he struggles to hide. I just nod to indicate that I'm okay. I drop the head on the table, in the centre of the meeting house where the elders are gathered, and look I around the elder pack members who are looking back at me with pride on their faces. "If my daughter’s head wasn't filled with ideas abou