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The sun had set by now, and the only lights that warmed their faces were those of the candles on the table. It wasn't a problem for the pack. Their heightened senses came with the perk of seeing far better in darker settings than typical humans. He couldn't ignore the choice variety of puzzled, nervous and ticked off expressions that the pack members portrayed. And now with Enzo speaking up against the alpha, Silas did nothing except smirk from his seat at the table.<br/>
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Enzo wanted to see him deck Melody to fix their problems? He covered his mouth with two fingers, pressing them against his lips as though it would contain the hilarity of his grin. Yeah, wolves fought in the wild. They weren't all wolf, though. He didn't think that taking a foot to the face would suddenly stop him in his tracks and have him think, '<i>You know what? This concussion really helped me realize what a fuckface I'm being. Let's be friends.'</i><br/>
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Maybe he just worked differently than that. Who knows. Enzo had also mentioned that she wasn't very accommodating to other personality types for her rank. God, this dude was trying to make him burst out laughing in the middle of the tension. Alpha's response cut in quickly after Old Hop's, and things seemed to end there. Silas placed his palms on the table, bringing himself to his feet with haste. He could feel Prim kicking him from beneath it, and nearly heard her teeth grinding. "<b>Well that was great. Delicious, really. Thanks. I have to take my leave now.</b>" The man grinned with forced sweetness in his cheeks before stalking off, hands balled in his pockets.<br/>
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He wanted to sit up on the roof and digest with no distractions. It was doubtful anyone would be opposed to him leaving the table anyway. He heard footsteps near the houses, but the downwind air didn't assist in identifying who it was. His eyes scanned the structures until a wisp of ginger hair eased his nerves. It was Blaze, no doubt. He had to strut by her in order to get to the hunters house, wherein he'd scale the side of it from the top of a trash bin. <br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">The sun had set by now, and the only lights that warmed their faces were those of the candles on the table. It wasn't a problem for the pack. Their heightened senses came with the perk of seeing far better in darker settings than typical humans. He couldn't ignore the choice variety of puzzled, nervous and ticked off expressions that the pack members portrayed. And now with Enzo speaking up against the alpha, Silas did nothing except smirk from his seat at the table.<br/>
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Enzo wanted to see him deck Melody to fix their problems? He covered his mouth with two fingers, pressing them against his lips as though it would contain the hilarity of his grin. Yeah, wolves fought in the wild. They weren't all wolf, though. He didn't think that taking a foot to the face would suddenly stop him in his tracks and have him think, '<i>You know what? This concussion really helped me realize what a fuckface I'm being. Let's be friends.'</i><br/>
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Maybe he just worked differently than that. Who knows. Enzo had also mentioned that she wasn't very accommodating to other personality types for her rank. God, this dude was trying to make him burst out laughing in the middle of the tension. Alpha's response cut in quickly after Old Hop's, and things seemed to end there. Silas placed his palms on the table, bringing himself to his feet with haste. He could feel Prim kicking him from beneath it, and nearly heard her teeth grinding. "<b>Well that was great. Delicious, really. Thanks. I have to take my leave now.</b>" The man grinned with forced sweetness in his cheeks before stalking off, hands balled in his pockets.<br/>
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He wanted to sit up on the roof and digest with no distractions. It was doubtful anyone would be opposed to him leaving the table anyway. He heard footsteps near the houses, but the downwind air didn't assist in identifying who it was. His eyes scanned the structures until a wisp of ginger hair eased his nerves. It was Blaze, no doubt. He had to strut by her in order to get to the hunters house, wherein he'd scale the side of it from the top of a trash bin.</div>
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