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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.

with it. NOW!" Alaric commands him, daring the

for a moment. His cheeks redden and a wild look develops in his eyes. The Gamma seems to decide that he can bear it no longer, it's time to say

should have gotten this job!" George

In

for the pack, I have never even heard of a Gamma,

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hold our breath, waiting

sighs, but it's oddly calm. "I

of dust off of George's shoulder, before

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

watch George try to gulp, but Alaric's grip is too firm.

handpicked for their professional abilities. If you can't," Alaric grips George's throat harder. "Or WON'Tsee that, then it's time for

the skin on George's throat, Alaric's nails pushing

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

CAN'T! It's all HER fault! She's trying to frame me" George pleaded. He

all of us 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. To be packless, to

takes as little as a few days for

security. Alaric assured me he'd do everything in his power to keep George and his noble family far away