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It was a shame Raleska did not recognize Phoebe as her ex-alphess' daughter — it might have softened the stern mien she carried with her, sharp as a battle axe. 

Her chest puffed as Phoebe asked what this place was. It was Raleska’s home, her birthright. Her pack. This is Rusalka. A pack, obviously. I’m its’ beta. She measured Phoebe for a rather lengthy pause, and then growing suspicious, posed a question she was anticipating the answer all too intently to possibly be casual. You Drageda?