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The slightly grayed werewolf slowly circled his would-be rival. It seemed the more mercy he showed these young upstarts the more often he faced a fight for control of the pack. The popping and cracking sound of the young man shifting painfully into wolf form snapped him to attention. "Novice," he chided, "you cannot control the pack if you cannot control yourself. Let me show you what a real Alpha Wolf can do." Effortlessly - almost silently - his right arm shifted into that of an enlarged claw at the end of a furred and heavily muscled arm. "Come meet your Alpha."
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