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FIFTY-NINE | SCOUT
Atticus
“Two?”“Two of our wolves?”
The chorus rose quickly, spreading through his pack like wildfire. Everywhere Atticus looked people were turning to their friends and family, their neighbours, ensuring that everyone they’d seen moments before was still beside them.
But it was Alvaro’s words that cut through the crowd noise. “Calling off the attack?” he asked, stepping to the front of the amassed wolves. “After all we have been through the get to this point?”
How dare his father make him look a fool in front of his pack?
Atticus held up a single hand. In an instant, silence swelled.
“Alpha? Which two?” asked Siras.
Everyone nodded; some whispered, “Who’s missing?” to
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