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Chapter 11: Leadership

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[CAINE]

The patrol log ran three pages by the time I sat down to eat. Good. That's how mornings were supposed to go.

I signed two supply authorizations between bites, initialed the grain shipment adjustment, and checked the western border numbers twice because they hadn't matched yesterday's. They matched today's. I moved on.

By the time the rest of the pack was properly up, I'd already walked the training grounds once. Wolves cleared a path without being told to. Some things didn't need repeat
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