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Chapter 7

Alpha Farrell’s Pov

It’s been a while since any pack sent spies into my pack. My father made sure of their fear for us with our strength, agility, and stealth. He created a pattern that no pack would ever forget, bringing in an era of blood and death to those who dared to oppose us.

I sighed as I leaned into the seat, closing my eyes for a second to recall the incident. If I had not arrived at that moment, both Kirk and Frin would have that lady’s head rolling on the ground, but she claimed not to be a spy.

“Who is she?” I muttered the question when I heard a knock on my door. “What is it?” I asked as I knew the hand that had knocked.

“The spy is awake, Alpha,” Frin said, his orange hair boobing atop his head as he opened the door.

The table creaked as I used it as a support to stand, taking a deep breath before I would say anything else. “Let’s go see her.” He nodded, leading the way back to the dungeon.

I entered the dungeon to see her holding the bars and talking to Kirk. “Where we
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