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Burke sat down, or well, fell down on his butt. He was sitting surprisingly casual. "See that is where you lack information about me. I don't feel guilty," he pointed out. Okay, that was a lie, deep down he might feel guilty but that was layered with anger. No one would be harassing the wolves round him without facing him. "Plus, he explicitly told my alpha and other wolves around me he was looking for me. Even mentions of wanting to fight me. Well if you say such things you most definitely will get that fight. He is a coward for not showing up."

Burke was utterly calm when he spoke his words. He was so ready for this fight. Then all of his past was literally dead to him. Except for his brother, his brother should be killed too if he happened to come any close to him. What Burke didn't know what that his own son already did that job for him. "I have my ways of getting him to come to me," he then grinned slyly. Burke then looked around before focussing his attention to Bullet again. He though he had heard something behind him but it might have been some bird. "Are you ready to tell me your real name now?," he asked.