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The storm
Alpha Drake POV After my encounter with Isabella the other night, she’s been avoiding me. It’s been a few days, and I haven’t run into her. I couldn’t seem to get her out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. I needed to get back to my pack. Maybe then I could forget about her and move on with my life. Alpha Blain has been acting oddly the past few days. Throwing little innocent remarks and comments about Isabella and I. I have a feeling he suspects something between the two of us. I just finished telling Alpha Blain that I would be returning to my pack territory in a few days, but I would send him some of my warriors to help protect his pack in my absence. I had really grown to like Alpha Blain. He reminded me of my father. I would always respect the man and help when I could.
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