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[continued from previous] And - Alpha's lips curled at the edges - this new development in the age-old tradition will be interesting. If Orysh's mighty paw guides this event, who is he to deny the great god of the skies? In a single, fluid motion, Alpha stood, stretching languidly as he did so, his muscles rippling in Orysh's light. He looked down at the still-crouched Mina, who looked up at the pack leader expectantly. There was a glimmer for the Hunt in her sharp blue eyes. As Orysh began his daily descent, two wolves - one as black as the silken night and the other a delicate dappled grey - melted into the forest, turning their back upo

Alpha watched the two wolves run into the desert, the bronze-haired taking the lead by a few yards. His golden eyes, inset in his dark features and even darker hair, flashed with short reminiscence. The lightest touch on his shoulder alerted him to one of the women of the pack. Most likely, it would be Mina. She was always quieter and more skilled in sneaking up on him than the others. "They will be alright?" her voice was shy, questing. Alpha, his human form covered barely by the furs of his victories, managed a noncommittal grunt as he followed the path of the retreating pair disappear over a sand dune. "One will live. It has always been