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Judas watched carefully, peering into the bushes as he waited for a reply back to him. He was worried personally, thinking there was a chance this was some old enemy that he had tried to kill in the past. There were plenty, and for one to find him, it would only bring his other side out. When they came out, his heart skipped a beat.

No... He couldn't believe who stood before him. "Well, whaddya know? Mali's come out of hiding." Judas to too surprised to make any sort of remark against the voice in his head. There was a long, long pause.

"Malice." His voice had a malice of it's own. She had run. He never had a chance to repay his debt to her. And despite her forgiving him, her running out on them made him partly think it was his fault. "Pyx...this is Malice...my old Alpha." Judas could feel the tension growing thicker. Thick enough to cut.