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When Alvin tripped up, the breath gusted from Peregrine. His lips twisted into a sympathetic grimace even as his good eye trailed after the retreating rabbit. It disappeared and his gaze shifted back to the hopeful hunter, who was curled up on the ground as if in pain. The Alpha was willing to bet his pride was more injured than his jaw, though he rose to his feet just to double check.

As he approached his balled-up subordinate, Peregrine suddenly decided he didn't actually care about the wolf's real name. He was Alvin now. "Hey, Alvin." He strolled to a stop, hovering over the other dude. "Bite off your tongue?" he quipped, quirking a brow.