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Alpha Czar leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading across his face as he watched Enzo finish the call. The crackling fire beside them threw flickering shadows against the stone walls of the dimly lit room. They had been sitting in the old fortress for hours now, waiting for the pieces of their plan to fall into place. Enzo hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk, and Czar couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"You think Damien’s really gonna fall for this?" Czar asked, tipping his glass of beer toward Enzo, who looked as calm and collected as ever. "I mean, you know how dangerous it is out here in the south, with the mountains and the rogue packs. He’s no fool."

Enzo’s laughter filled the room, sharp and almost cruel. He took a long sip of his drink, enjoying the rich taste before he responded. "Damien's not a fool, you’re right," Enzo began, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "But he’s desperate. His family’s a mess, his mate doesn’t trust him, and his daughter