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ce my mother died, I valued times like these even more. He was the beta of our pick, so we didn't get to do this

d love to be his beta. I didn't really hang out with Lincoln. He was away training to become the next

orest when we heard alarms going off. I looked at my dad knowing this couldn't be good. He

would take over our pack. For days later everything was hectic. I barely saw my father. He was always at

not come back. I wondered if I should go closer to the pack house to see what was going on. I wanted to make sure my father was o

worried is eve

is son Lincoln has taken over. I

away. It’s weird how he comes back on the very night his father was killed. Now he fires his father’s best friend and beta. That doesn’t make an

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bout to change around here, and

y a year or so older then I was, and I was only 16. I doubt a child could lead a pack. Especially if he fired the best be