Holt refused.I learn this in pieces — first from Mira, then from the set of Holt's jaw at morning training, and then from the three words I overhear standing in the east corridor outside the administration block where I have absolutely no reason to be and where I am very carefully pretending to read a notice board."This evaluation process," Holt says from inside the room, his voice carrying the particular quiet of a man who does not need to raise it, "operates under the authority of the Alpha King. Not the pack Beta."My father's voice, lower, controlled: "She is my daughter and a member of this pack, and as Beta—""As Beta, you have jurisdiction over pack internal operations. The King's evaluation is not a pack internal operation." A pause. The kind of pause that has furniture in it. "I am not removing her." Silence.Then my father says it. Five words, in a voice I have never heard from him before — not cold, not commanding. Something stripped down to its core, something that sound
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