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Much had happened, but Jinx was finally beginning to settle into the role of hard-ass Alpha, having been slighted by the most ambitious of her subordinates. It should have been expected, and though she would have sworn viciously at his lack of loyalty, there was a niggling worm in the back of her brain that told her she had done exactly the same thing in the pursuit of power. But where she saw flaws in others, she saw strengths in herself. Being biased in her own favour was a skill Jinx had carefully perfected over the years, and she held fast to it now.

Her thoughts were far away, her paws carrying her mindlessly on patrol, when a masculine voice yowling from the forest bordering her southern slopes pulled her around like a pair of reins hooked to a ring through her nose. The turn was sudden, but the motions were automatic and smooth, and it was only when she was halfway to Mordecai's location that she actually realized where she was going and why.

He had wisely chosen to meet her at their original fighting spot. Their mingled scents, while fading, still lingered on each new leaf and in the flattened loam, giving Jinx the only indication that this was where they had sparred. “You have considered my offer,” Jinx assumed, fully intending to press the issue until he agreed to join her ranks or else dismissed himself.