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Fox's brow creased. Partly in confusion, but mostly in anger. “She doesn’t have to be your family,” Fox shot back, “But she is mine. Every wolf here is my family. Dad fucked up, and he never should have done that to Mom or Magpie's mom. Just because his fuck up resulted in children doesn’t mean that I should treat Magpie like any less of a wolf. Bastards are only the product of their parents’ stupidity.” The Alpha could nearly taste bile in her mouth. What had happened to Dove? Fox had never taken their parents traditions to mean that wolves not related by blood couldn't be family.

“If you’re going to be a bitch to her, you should probably just fucking leave.” Fox would not take kindly to others telling her what to do—blood relative or not. Bones hadn't been her blood family either, and Fox had never understood why she gave a shit about Atticus or her mother on any level. Both had abandoned her before she was old enough to fend for herself. Magpie had been in much the same position. “She was family before I learned we shared a father,” Fox added, swishing her tail.