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“No!” ********

It was the day of the welcome party, and everyone was buzzing with excitement in the town Square. Alpha Roland and Alpha Eli had set up a more rigorous training schedule for the patrols. Riley stood in front of the gym mirror with beads of sweat dripping off her. She had been training just as hard with the approval of the pack doctor. She probably had been pushing herself a little too hard, but she wanted to be in top form. "Riley! Are you in here still?" "Hey babe!" Riley bounced over to Eli. Once she reached him, she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

" Her brow furrowed in anger. A large welting bruise sat just above her right brow. I decided to call her Beef for the bickering anger in her as well as the large muscles on her forearms and wide stature. Even though she was one of the boniest girls here, she still seemed to have a lot of muscle on her as well. "So what?" Hope lifted her nose in the air. "When the guards come I'll attack them and take their guns and needles." "You're a fool if you think you can overpower them." Beef scoffed and peered down the hallway as far as the glass would allow her. "I can if you help me. I see you're strong. If I distract them then you can-"

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He was a key piece, one that needed to be carefully maneuvered, or removed altogether. The figure watched as the man’s car disappeared around a corner, then turned away from the window, moving to a desk cluttered with documents, maps, and a laptop. They sat down and began typing, their fingers moving swiftly over the keys. Each keystroke was a calculated move in the intricate chess game they were playing—a game where every player was a potential pawn or a threat.

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