Tension and training

Kieran stood at the edge of the porch, watching Seraphina's figure disappear into the distance. He sighed, then turned and walked back into the mansion, heading towards his study. The room was filled with books, maps, and various weapons mounted on the walls—a testament to his role as Delta of the pack.

He sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment, dipping his quill into the ink pot. He began to write, his handwriting precise and bold:

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*Alpha Marcus,*

*Your message has been received. We stand ready to support you in ensuring Zyra’s safety. Our pack members will be prepared to accompany you to the birthday ceremony tomorrow. We understand the importance of this mission and are committed to its success. Can’t wait to see the reaction of them losers*

*Until then,*

**Kieran**

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Satisfied with his letter, Kieran folded the parchment neatly and sealed it with the pack’s emblem. He walked over to the cage on his desk, where a sleek black bird sat perched, its intelligent