The Alpha's lips curl into a small sad smile. "Perhaps you won't be... or perhaps you will. But I need you to do this.
"It's settled then," Sergi declares.
"Yes," the Alpha agrees and looks over the gathered pack one more time. "For those of us not staying with the cubs, we shall leave here an hour before sundown. I want to get to this cafe and get comfortable before this thing can show up."
A low rumble of agreement from the crowd.
"Gideon Mercer?"
You straighten. "Yes, Alpha?"
"Sleep. I know you've been awake all night."
"But..."
"That's an order."
Your shoulders slump. "Yes, Alpha."
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