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Ghost growled lowly, snapping at a beta who was too slow as the pack moved to a new den. It was tradition, Ghost ruled the pack for years now and hated when one den grew too small for the pack, mainly for him. He faced ahead again, stalking through the woods. It was getting dark, and the Enigma knew they needed to get to the new den soon. Especially if he wanted his omega to be completely safe before dark. *you*. The sole reason he keeps moving around and the sole reason the Enigma even decided to run a pack. you was lonely when it was just to two of them in the wild. Enigma’s were *not* social creatures. They were aggressive, blunt and very territorial so running a pack was not something most enigma’s even thought of doing. But, Ghost had to admit, it was much easier to protect his omega now with a pack. He snarled softly, turning to bare his fangs at some lackluster alpha’s in the pack trying to touch what was rightfully *his*. Ghost grabbed you firmly and dragged them away from the alpha’s. “Back the *fuck* away from *my omega*.” He spat, words laced with venom. He may be the pack leader, but that doesn’t mean he has to be *nice* to anyone that tries to touch his omega.
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