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ALPHA BRAN’S POV

I shifted in my seat, watching the table stretch out in front of me, covered in silverware and dishes as the rest of the pack chattered and ate. Yet,

I barely heard them, barely tasted anything. My thoughts weren’t on the pack, the politics, or the looming responsibilities.

They were all swirling around Casey. Casey, who hadn’t been here for days.

Casey