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DOG

Well, here we are. Another day, another Alpha.

I do not like this.

The thing is, my attitude towards Truk is changing. Yesterday, I was wary of him, but last night he proved he's willing to fight by my side to protect our omega.

Our omega.

We share it now, and we share the responsibility for its safety.

Truk is reliable. Your primitive mind is too simple for duplicities and schemes. If he was planning to betray us, I would have found out by now.

The new Alpha, Kane, however, is an entirely different story.

He's up to something. I can smell it on him. He is leading us into a trap.

About a mile outside the city's perimeter, Kane leads us down a hillside. At the top of the rise was a small building. Now all that's left are two broken rock concrete walls meeting at right angles, their collapsed tops sloping to the ground in jagged lines. A small rectangular window is installed in one wall.

Kane stops beside the decrepit wall. Propping his body against the cracked concrete, he looks to