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Austin's POV Justin and I headed out of the pack house and towards the driveway. We walked in silence, the only sound the crunching of the snow beneath our feet as we broke the layer of ice that had formed in the night. "Is anyone coming from your old pack?" Justin asked. I was a little surprised by his question, which seemed out of the blue to me. Avoiding talking about Black Moon was something I tried to do. I wasn't even sure if I ever told anyone what the name of my pack was. "We should think of a fake name, something to tell people when they ask," Heeler suggested. "We'd have to make sure it's not a name already," I reminded him. "That shouldn't be too hard. We'll just shove two nature-related names together and there you go; we've got a name!" "Okay, well you work on that