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Chaos was an adequate word to describe the situation within silver creek. Two brothers were fighting for the Alpha title while the pack was busy defending itself from potential attacks from other packs and rogues. Both brothers were accused of something bad, one more severe than the other but bad nonetheless. For now they were busy clearing their name and sit on the Alpha's chair. The elder of the pack was acting as the temporary decision taker until they had an Alpha. Even though the silver creek pack was in a bad state, it was never this bad. If Alan nor Azra managed to clear their name, the pack had to choose an Alpha from a distant blood family. In fact, Alan had it easier than Azra. Azra had little hope of finding proof of his innocence. In Alan's case, all he had to do was hand