AZEL WHITMORE POV"Are you going to fire up the camp hearth to roast meat this afternoon, Azel?" Darius asks me, his tone suddenly dropping into something super soft and fake."A pack elder already invited my entire alliance to his den, so my paws are not doing any cooking today, Darius," I answer, not even looking up from my leather gear."Who cares about your stupid food? That rogue is just trying to look important," Darius mutters under his breath, his face turning super red."Don't worry, golden alpha! I will take tons of high-quality crystal photos of our feast and blast them directly into the MoonNet Circle group chat while we eat. That way, your hungry tracking squad will know exactly what prime game meat you are missing out on!" Ronan shouts with a huge, smug grin."Thank you so much, rogue. Nobody wants to see your garbage food posts," Darius growls, his teeth poking out of his lips."You are totally welcome, alpha! I just want to satisfy your inner wolf's curiosity since you
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