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“This is James Miller. He is part of the pack now and I’m leaving him in your care. Jamie, this is Nikki — the pack’s Gamma,” Max introduced them as they stood in front of the tall, bony woman with a sour expression and unruly brown hair that was slowly turning gray at the roots. She had risen from her seat as they entered, but she neither bowed nor she put out her cigarette as Max stopped in front of her desk. Max didn’t seem to care, which was even more puzzling. “The Omega from the Ironclaw pack?” Nikki asked, letting out a cloud of smoke that spread around her, making her look like a fire-breathing dragon that was preparing to burn a village because it was bored. “The Omega from the Whitecrest pack,” Max corrected her, and she grimaced. “Potato-potato,” she murmured, moving her eyes