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Absinth's expression turned serious as she continued her tale, the playful glint in her eyes paired with a steely resolve now. “The boy,” She explained, her voice mischievous. A wicked twinkle in her emeralds. “Was the son of an Alpha.” She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to settle over the young pups before her. Perhaps one of them was the offspring of an alpha as well… “The Sultan’s cousin had done her homework. She found out who the boy was, who his parents were, and where they came from. That they were fiercely loyal to their pack and their kin.” Absinth continued, her gaze lingering on each of the pups in turn. She leaned in, letting her words fall like honey purred so sweetly for their ears alone. “So when the Syndicate came knocking at their door, ready to take what they wanted, they were faced with an impossible choice. Their son, or their pack.”

Absinth's voice grew low as she recounted the ultimatum presented to the boy's parents. The threat backed up by a dozen wolves ready for war. Forcing Norad to choose between their love for their child and their duty to their pack. “The boy's parents knew that if they defied the Syndicate, their entire pack would suffer,” Absinth explained, her voice tinged with mirth. “What do you think they chose?” As if the choice was not obvious. But it was exciting to see how the cogs turned in these youths' eyes.
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