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She stares back at him as he draws closer, that ugly face of his twisting into a leer. Her eyes, her face, show nothing as he speaks, only the tiniest of nods to each of his statements. Addison shifts her weight a little, leaning back slightly on her hindquarters; it eases the still sore muscles in her ankles from the long journey home.

You are right, Addison says, and gives him a simpering smile. If he wants to play this game, she will, too. Neither of them were unaware that a game was all it was. In any other pack, they would be equals. Well, it will be interesting to see which woman becomes my sister by marriage. It will be good to have another sister.

She thinks of Emerson with a pang; she hasn't seen her littermate around since returning, and her scent is stale. Grayson's and Harrison's wives may end up being the only sisters she had here, outside of Effie, who she knew not well at all.