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Luke and I were in the packhouse office one morning, meeting with the pack accountant and office manager, when, suddenly, Luke and I received a mindlink from Mike, one of the high-ranking warriors on patrol.
“Alpha, Beta, we found the scents of a stranger pack in the northern border. Could be a sign of casing since it’s not the scent of any neighboring packs.”
I mindlinked Mike and Luke, “Thank you, Mike, we’ll be by your patrol station in an hour so we can discuss in more detail.” Being able to mindlink in human form was one surprisingly useful perk of being an alpha.
“Ok, Alpha,” he replied.
Luke looked at me. “Well, that sucks.”
“Yes, yes it does,” I replied.
We spent the next hour continuing our conversation about fund allocation. The accountant and office manager were both competent, having survived my father who would never have put up with anything less than, so the conversation didn’t take any longer than that. As soon as we were done, Luke and I headed outside and
