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The glass caves. It sounded like the kind of thing that was pretty, but Ezekiel didn't quite care about. Zeke wasn't partial to underground areas, they made him feel tense. What if they collapsed and killed him? He paused in his tracks for a moment, not sure if he wanted to follow, but he quickly shook it off. He didn't want to look like a scaredy cat in front of her, so he sped up when she slowed down. Sounds nice. He said with a smile, with on a bit of a nervous twinge to it.

Then Krypton asked about his old pack. Not a good topic, and Zeke wasn't sure how to explain about his old family. He gave it thought for a second then spoke. My old family was very, strict. They were a military pack, always about fighting and taking over territories and expanding our pack's borders. They were successful too, but they had a lot of bad stuff going on. I didn't like that so I left them. He'd left out the part about him being the pack's main fighter and about how he'd trained his whole life to kill. He'd even been beta of the bluff at one point. But he'd had a second wind and realized he could start his own life. The real reason he'd left was because he'd realized how horrible he had been and not just the pack.

Frantic to change the subject, he changed the question to Krypton. What about you? Were you born here? He doubted it, but it seemed she'd been here for quite some time.