Zander 7 years ago... Knock, knock, knock. "Zander, open the door. We are about to head out." Great, just what I needed. "Piss off John, I'm not in the mood." That's John, the beta, my father's best friend, confidant, and the guy who does me father's dirty work. I hear John sigh, then receding footsteps. John knows I don't like the idea of this mission. I mean, how can I, when what they want me to do is help them take out another pack? I'm 14 years old, and they want me to help them. I get that being a part of a pack means everyone is involved some sort of way to help the rest of the pack. But this I will not do. This I can't do. There are so many people that make up a pack, I can't bring myself to slaughter them. We have already slaughtered 4 other packs. Not a single one
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