It was almost comical how easy it was. The wolves of the Rabbit's Foot pack were all too trusting, all too generous; infiltrating and taking over was easy peasy pumpkin peasy. Blue Razz laughed to herself, rolling over and stretching out in her comfortable new den, Lune fast asleep beside her, and she thought to herself, there is no way this could've gone better. Once the rat was dead, she would take his place as alpha, eliminate Ashes Ashes, and be done with it.
And to think, not long ago she'd been some nobody in a sea of common cyberspace wolves ... now she be a queen, now she would have loyal subjects, now she would have her Lune. Nothing could stop her and nothing could make her happier than this.
Antarctic Eclipse
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