Leila enters the pack hall the next afternoon, dressed in baggy jeans and a pair of hoodies as a disguise, also taking extra precaution to mask her scent. “Alpha, we paid full for the property when we bought it years ago, these are the documents,” an aged man that Leila tries hard to recognize but can’t is making a petition before Trent. Trent takes the outstretched documents from the hands of the man, skims through it and frowns. “This document is invalid,” he says with authority before he rips the document in half, “that property now belongs to the pack by my decree. You have forty eight hours to vacate the premises or the warriors will throw you out.” “No Alpha! Please, my family and I have nowhere else to go, that land is the only thing we own. Please, you cannot do this, I paid for it in full,” the old man protests, breaking into a sob. “Get him out of my sight,” Trent flicks his hand at the man with disdain on his face and one of the warriors comes forward to drag the protest
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