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Alpha Lorenzo The sound of my phone ringing pulled me away from the clutches of sleep. I groggily reached for my phone and looked at the time—4:30 a.m. I groaned as I sat up in bed, exhausted from only an hour's sleep. My phone rang again, and I answered on the second ring. “What do you want?” I growled into the phone, "Good morning to you too, sunshine," Conan's chirping voice rang out on the other end. I pinched the bridge of my nose to relieve my frustration. "Did anything happen at the pack?” I asked, “No,” his reply came soon after, “Is there anything different between yesterday and today?” I prodded, “No,” he replied. “Then goodbye. Don’t call me again,” I snarled ending the call. Fully awake, I walked to my closet and pulled out gray sweatpants and a hoodie—I was ready for so