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Nemesis was already at the border when the call arised. It was curious, how their numbers seemed to increase and hardly waver while she assumed the crisis would have driven other's away. It had only been Potema that had strayed, but she had returned. And now, their ranks were almost full. This meant the next initates would have to be carefully chosen, and with a brutal hand. Her arrival reeked of power, already in an uptight mood and unwilling to take shit from anybody. 

"Do you not know how to submit properly?"

Her stoic yet cold voice broke the silence. But her inquiry was not for the benefit of Burke but her own. The truth was, she did not even know if refering to him as the Alpha was good enough anymore. An Alpha's priorty was the pack, but recent actions had showed otherwise. She did not spare him a glance, but nothing indicated she was upset, and if she was, she did very well supressing it. They did not need him catching on while the plan was only on the rise. Instead, she stared down the slender female, almost daring her to meet her eyes. To do so would be a sign of utmost disrespect, and that would not be permitted. They did not need another unorderly female in their ranks, especially one that would not pull her weight.