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<h2 class="advBBCode">Lyden Snow</h2><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"><i>Snow Wolf</i></span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">.... </span></span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">He let her finish her rantings then reached out in a blur and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "You talk too much!" He said his voice cold, devoid of any emotions. He shoved her against the wall, the back of her head made impact with the solid wall and a notable crack sound is heard. Perhaps another rib or maybe her cranium now. He really didn't care. <br/>
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Turning to Derrick, he instructs him not to take his eyes off her. He assigned Williams on patrol then got on his black CTS-V. The gathering wasn't far from the cabin so he reasoned he'll just inform the Alpha personally since his cell was dead. <br/>
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As he sped past the canopy of trees, his mind relayed her words, her state. He did believe her and what's more he felt angry at the inhuman way she was treated. Not that he did any better, he tried to justify his actions that it was needed to make her understand that encroaching on another's territory was a grievous offense. Well it did dampen his guilt bar. She looked pretty messed up though, and he doubted her werewolf healing abilities can fix her up in time. Perhaps he'd get the Salutary to look at her, that's if Zephyr chose to spare her life. <br/>
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What was this freaking feelings? Guilt? Compassion? Where the hell were they coming from? <br/>
He grits his teeth and revved on. <br/>
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"Seth? Why does that name sound all too familiar?" Lyden questioned as he made a turn towards the clearing. Perhaps Zephyr or Old Hop will know more about this psychopathic rogue wolf. From what he gleamed from her pathetic lamentations, she is an escaped property of this Seth fellow and he had a feeling, Seth is gonna come knocking soon. <br/>
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A more reason why a decision had to be made on her quickly so the pack knows their stand. Parking his motorcycle beside Chris' black Sedan he walked into the gathering. His keen eyes scanned the table even before he got to it. Two persons particularly he wished to see were noticeably absent. Though he could still pick up Hop's scent in the air, indicating he wasn't far away. Blaze though he couldn't place. Perhaps she was still out patrolling the north boundary. He'd need to speak to her, the river they found the intruder is part of her tour routes.<br/>
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"Evening everyone." He greeted while making to Zephyr. Damn he was late! Dinner was almost over, some had even finished their course, his stomach grumbled. He hadn't taken anything since morning, he made a mental note to meet up Neviah before leaving the gathering. Perhaps there might still be something for him in the kitchen. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#000000">Now at his Alpha' side, he began with a quick apology. He adored the man, respected and loved him. He'd lay his life down for his Alpha, and only for him would he bend. The bond between a beta and his Alpha was only less thicker than that between the Luna. <br/>
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"I am sorry for coming in this late. Something....came up." He glanced at the table, at his family and let out a soft sigh. In as much as The Alpha hid very little from them, Lyden felt it best if Zephyr disclosed the information himself. Who knows it might displeased him if hr ruined the peaceful tradition with his foreboding news. <br/>
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"We need to talk Sire." he said this time to Zephyr. Whispering anything will be useless, everyone had heightened hearing. They'd need to give the others measurable distance. </span></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Tagging: Zephyr, Everyone</span>