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Fortunately, Finley made no attempt to pursue the topic of Towhee's wayward brother. Following her aunt's brief response, the Gamma scanned the borders for a moment. She felt so old all of a sudden. Her body ached and creaked (presumably), and that was nothing compared to how much she'd gone through mentally and emotionally lately. Losing Phox had been a brutal twist of fate on top of the war. They'd won, yet she'd still come home to a giant, ragged hole in her life. It all left a rather bitter taste in her mouth.

"I need something good to happen," she said abruptly, eyes cutting back to her Alpha female. Their orange depths were simultaneously hard and molten. Towhee lapsed into silence for a long beat, though this wasn't an open-ended statement or even an entreaty. "I want to be the Beta. I've proved my loyalty, risked my life, fought and won for this pack. I'm ready, Aunt Finley." Moreover, "I'm worthy."