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George pales, realizing that I might have overheard his criticism of my work.

"The phone service had to be reinstalled, and a new number was necessary. Funny, the phone company said they left you several messages, but never heard back? Don't worry, I handled it for you." I smile triumphantly at him as his face turns to a glower. George clears his throat and mumbles an excuse that I don't care to hear anyway

Just then. Alaric walks in and asks to know what we were discussing.

"Hello Alpha King. I was just explaining to George why we had to reprint all of the free kitchen pamphlets. I say simply. "The phone number mishap, right?" Alaric asks immediately.

I smile at

at him, "That's the one." At least someone around here is paying attention

"Low-born bitch, George growls softly.

Not softly enough, though, because it's met with a much deeper, much more menacing growl from Alaric.

"What did you say?" Alaric asks slowly, his voice a deadly calm.

"I-II didn't say anything, Alpha King, sir. I... umm.. I was talking to myself." George begins to visibly shake in fear. Alaric steps closer, so close he's only an inch away from George's nose. Alaric is much taller than the Gamma, so much so that George would have to tilt his head just to look Alaric in the eye.

Not that George would dare.

say it, you coward. Out with it. NOW!" Alaric commands him, daring the Gamma to disobay the

in his eyes. The Gamma seems to decide that he can bear it no longer, it's time to say

should

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a Gamma, or any

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our breath, waiting for Alaric

it's oddly calm. "I had higher

speck of dust off of George's shoulder, before clapping his

like he might wet his

for that classist attitude in Pack DarkWood." Alarie wraps a hand around George's throat. "I will not tolerate anyone, noble or otherwise, talking down in

try to gulp, but Alaric's grip is too firm. George's face is turning redder and redder by

their professional abilities. If you can't," Alaric grips George's throat harder. "Or WON'Tsee

drop of blood flows from the skin on George's throat, Alaric's nails pushing too

you are hereby and forevermore EXPELLED om Pack DarkWood. Alaric announced ominously. He releases George

HER fault! She's trying to frame me" George pleaded.

present jumped. "For that, you'll live out the rest of your days as a packless rogue. I will personally call the neighboring packs and urge them not to let you join." Oh shit.

as little as a few days for

building by security. Alaric assured me he'd do everything in his power to keep George