Chapter 9

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Here's a long shot. I show my wrists, where my brand is meant to be, but right now it shows that I belong to no one. "I come from the Sparta pack," I explain quickly. "I request refuge. Under the King's decree of Pack Asylum." No one ever really uses this decree anymore. It's really only meant for extraneous circumstances, when a wolf from one pack is trying to receive shelter from another without letting their previous pack know. Mostly women and children use it, and I feel dirty for even suggesting it. It's also only offered for members of packs, which puts me in a difficult situation because I haven't been branded. Regardless, it's the only way they'll give me an audience with the Alpha. At this point, they're supposed to hurt me unless I pose a threat. It's kind of like a Parley for

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