"I know." Riley replied, squeezing his eyes shut. "I know." He sunk forward, his shoulders slumping. "I was part of the tribute - twice." He let that weight crash into him, spilling down his shoulders and through his skin. "When I was fifteen and seventeen." He began again, "I remember. Of course I was in that group. I was the oldest grandson of the old alpha. Our families had been fighting for dominance since we came from the old country." A soft whine escaped his throat. "Of course he put me in the tribute. He wanted you to kill me."
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