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Junior's lips twitched, though she suppressed an urge to laugh. She managed to arrange her features into a poker face, though her eyes glimmered with interest when the white male spoke. He wanted to know what she meant. Although not always the forthright sort, Junior had no problem divulging the facts in this particular instance.

"Not exactly, so calm your tits, Mr. Wannabe Alpha. My dad and his little homewrecker are moving in. They haven't gotten around to formally establishing a pack here yet but they're working on it, I guess." She shrugged, trying to look and sound uninterested. "They're calling it Redbird Cauldron or something like that," she added, purposely bungling the name.

"Anyway," she said in a tone that indicated she was quite ready to move onto another topic, "I'm, uh, Junior." With the backstory she'd already given, it didn't make much sense to give an alias, so he got her real name. Feel special, she thought. "Who are you?"