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The puppy appeared to be interested, yet perhaps a little uncertain. "It's for you. Go on, eat it," the Alpha encouraged. He smiled down at the top of little Elwood's head, waiting for him to taste the tenderized rabbit leg. Damn, you're cute, lil' Elwood, he thought to himself. Even in his head, he refused to call the pup by his title. The word Junior just put an awful taste in his mouth and a wrench in his gut. He didn't want to associate the Blackthorns' only child with his daughter-gone-horribly-wrong in any capacity whatsoever.