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Diane's POV. “Is there a reason why you were so eager to leave the pack house?” Lydia asked beside me as we strolled through the vegetable aisle, speaking softly. The day after I argued with the Alpha, I had decidedly been trying out of his way. I had occasionally caught him staring at me from across the room during meals but I had pointedly ignored his gaze. Because of how little I did around the packhouse, which was something I was not very used to, I had been moving around the packhouse, idle. Because of this, I quickly grasped at the chance to leave the pack house when Lydia announced that she was going grocery shopping. I had quickly jumped at the opportunity and decided to trail after her at the grocery store where I now found myself, doing exactly that. “It just gets so suffo