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I let out a sigh, staring at Torak as he slumped on the bed, lying on his stomach with the pillow cuddled under his head. I've known him for as long as I can remember and I know his mind right now is a mountain of jumbled thoughts. Torak has always been someone who planned everything meticulously before doing it. He has always hated surprises, and would never indulge in something he doesn't fully understand. It was one reason why he was always reading up on things as a teenager.
He had always been the kind of person that lived by set rules, and those rules were applicable to his day to day life, either, eating, working, socializing or anything. He met Aztec and I slowly watched him drift from who he has always been, the old-fashioned Alpha who lived by a rule book. In Torak
