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Ophelia stood in her place, grounded and still, wondering what mess Jasper was going to drag her into. The seething glare on the Beta's face never ceased as he stalked inside the room. "What is this about?" Rowan asked, his voice set in steel, although from the way Jasper had addressed him, Ophelia guessed that the two of them were closer to each other than the other Betas. She too looked at the tawny-eyed man who was glaring at her. Jasper was shorter than her by an inch or two, and his face held more innocence than she could imagine on anyone else in his pack, but at the moment, he was making up for it all with his snarling anger, directed towards her. She wondered what she had done to be put in such a position against one of the higher-ranking wolves of the pack. She controlled her
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