The Alpha's Rejection
I acknowledged with a nod.
Beside him stood Arlo, our new Gamma. He straightened immediately. “Good morning, Alpha.”
“Morning, Gamma,” I replied. “How are you settling in?”
“Well, I’m good, Alpha. It’s just been a bit stressful trying to fit in,” he said, a little stiff but confident.
“You’ll get used to it soon enough,” I said.
“Any other thing?” I asked.
“The warriors are being cooperative, and I’ve started adjusting patrol rotations, so we’ll be going with shifts and taking turns.”
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