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As the hunt wound to a close with Reek securing the killing blow, the injured Alpha female rose from her place on the hillock and limped down to meet the pack. Reek beckoned her forth and she approached with her head canted high, though her heart skipped anxiously. She was not at full strength and had hidden her face for many days—it was entirely possible that any of the females here thought they would make a better leader than she. She reminded herself that this pack was a dictatorship and that Reek would never allow someone to unseat her without good reason, but even so, she was careful to watch each woman as she stepped past and lowered her snout to the doe.

Presumably, nobody threw her down from her position at the head of the pack and she withdrew shortly, licking her lips. She hadn't gorged herself as she normally might have; her appetite was still shaky and eating too much made her rib ache something fierce. She settled some distance away, wincing as her side touched the ground, to watch the rest of the pack establish itself and feast.