Aria The Alpha of the Dead Pack. A couple of seconds pass, or maybe minutes, or even hours, but I remain silent after his words. I try to remember what I know of the dead pack, but it's too little to mean anything to my situation right now. In fact, most of what I know of the dead pack are bedtime stories my grandmother told me and Piper. I never expected to meet someone from my fantasy story world, or worse, to meet the Alpha of their pack. Shaking my head, I try to breathe in slowly, trying not to pass out front of the numerous amount of things I'm feeling all at the same time. "Why did you buy me then? If you are dead, and you rule a dead kingdom, what use am I to you?" I recall grandmother's words—stories—of the dead pack, at least the ones that come to mind. A long time ago, before the rogues were called rogues, they were just classified as outlaws. The pack shifters' realm—according to grandmother, hasn't always been this civilized because, in her words, "it is
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