"Alpha-" Ingrid murmurs, noticing how the hair on the back of your neck is starting to stand straight up. You turn your gaze to Ingrid, your eyes flashing red with anger. You don't like when Ingrid steps in on your disputes with other packs. "Please." Ingrid says quietly, begging you to calm down. The last thing the pack needs is to make enemies today.
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