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22. Warnings and Orders
Juan Santiago This chavo will be the death of me, I thought as I tried to ignore the snarls coming from Pyotr's throat. He may have said "Yes, Beta' to me, but I could feel his resentment toward me through the pack's link. Clearly, he was still resisting my claim as the interim leader of the Randall Pack in Vladimir's absence. I could not blame him, he had looked up to Vlad as a father figure, and he was his blood, after all. I will have to take care of this matter soon. I made a mental note as I watched the boys return to the compound. I looked into Greta's eyes, her own betraying the storm of conflicting emotions that churned beneath the surface. "He's gone," I said, my voice filled with sadness and regret. At my words, Greta seemed to stumble back and I could see the disbelief on her
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