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"ā¦What is the use of my miserable existence?"
Her voice looped in my head like a scratched record. I ran a hand through my hair as if the action could rip her words out of me. The cold was always prevalent in Wintercrestāhence the nameābut now the car seemed to heat.
I was tempted to loosen my tie.
A manicured hand rested lightly on my shoulder, pulling me out of my reverie. Veronique's voice was laced with both worry and reassurance.
"You will get the votes."
"What?" I asked, momentarily not understanding what she was speaking about.
She inclined her head so her eyes could meet mine.
"The votes for the title of High Alpha. I know it's determined by pack rankings, but Kustav's beenā¦ moving pieces. Quietly. You've felt it, haven't you?"
I looked past her, out the tinted glass at the city that raced by.
"I've felt it for years. That doesn't mean he'll take the seat."
