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Dinner Date
Magnus. I had just gotten off the phone with one of my warriors, he is part of the group who had escorted Lyra and the idiotic ex-mate of Ariel back to their pack. He was lucky Ariel had pleaded on his behalf. Otherwise, I’d have made sure he never saw the light of day again. The warrior was updating me that they had arrived at the Storm Claw pack and were now on their way back home. I ended the call and turned to Francis, who was sitting across from me. “They’re on their way back. They should be here before midnight,” I told him, but I noticed his gaze was distant, lost in thought. “Francis, did you hear me?” I asked, and it was then that he snapped out of his trance, realizing I was speaking to him. “Sorry, Alpha, I got a little carried away,” he sighed. “What’s the problem now?
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