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Alpha Zack dragged himself up the front steps, exhausted from the flight.
And there she was. Selina.
"Zack, my trial starts next month. Are you really going to just watch me burn?"
He glanced at her, ice-cold, and pried her fingers off his arm like they were something distasteful. "Not my problem anymore."
"Zack, you still carry weight with the Elders. Just speak up for me, and someone might take my case seriously. I'd actually stand a chance!"
"Selina, wish I could help." His tone dripped sarcasm. "But the elders doesn't owe me any favors. And frankly? Actions have consequences."
Translation: he was throwing her to the Pack Court.
"You bastard!" She was shaking now, rage mixing with panic. "Is this because you picked the wrong woman? Zack, you screwed up.
