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Unknown POV I felt her. I felt her in the place where it all began. I felt her presence in the place where, just over 18 years ago, she was once promised to me. Frantically, I jerked the blubbering mess of a girl, the groveling, snot-leaking weeping one who is a tear away from my wrath, to the ground, out of my way. She had been weeping for some time, begging for her unfortunate parents while leaking small amounts of information I was hungry for between more weeping and my rage-filled outburst. She didn't know a lot, but just enough to not have died by my hand yet. I’ve been watching my Alpha treasure for some time and thought I could handle a she-wolf. This girl is nothing like my promised one. Nothing. My treasure would never blubber on and beg for mercy from a little coaxing. She