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I paced anxiously around the Packhouse after Alpha Walker was out of sight, waiting for the sickly feeling that was a sign he was about to fall asleep. His Pack continued their day as if nothing unusual had happened; they didn't question why he was gone, or when he would be coming back. That seemed strange to me, and I realized it was because the Pack trusted him. Our Pack did not trust Alpha Lincoln - not in the same way. They would have been afraid, or suspicious of what he was doing if he disappeared with no warning the way that Alpha Walker had just left. As the Packhouse calmed down and there were less people moving around, I started to grow more concerned. It felt as if Alpha Walker should have been asleep again by the time the hallways were deserted, and I started to worry that