Not long after the news report, the alphas began making their way out, heading toward their cars, trucks, and motorcycles. Though it looked on the surface like everyone was simply leaving after a party, there was an ominous weight hanging in the air. They had to get back to their packs to protect their families, their land, and everyone who depended on them for leadership. Yet it felt strangely final. Like men heading off to a war zone or walking toward something they might not return from. I still had faith in our cause, but the odds were heavily stacked against us.I stood at the edge of the field, shaking hands and exchanging a few words with each alpha as they departed, reminding every one of them that we should stay in contact daily.Harvill stopped and gripped my hand firmly. "Good luck," he said. There was a haunted look behind his eyes.I gripped back just as firmly. "Stay safe. Email, text, call, whatever works. I want to hear from you all regularly. We're in this together."
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