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The night Market is still Compos domain. It's ever changing streets and fluctuly flow does it Phaze them in the slightest and the move as confident as a trout in the river.

In an attempt to socialize their almost feral pack leaders, Compo regularly cajols the two pups into joining them on these trips.

killer wont be a pup much longer, already fourteen to their best guesses, and Compo believe it important for him to get used to people and crowds now before he presents and has to start working about turf lines and territory disputes. The boy is already highly defensive of his trash pile and lighthouse so best to start work on low to shave space now.

He's a good sport, but Compo can tell he hates every second of the crowded and land market 'streets, Kidd takes to it much better- however this more sociable behavior seems to put him in even more situations to but herds with the locals.

Compo is de-escalating one such brewing situation when killer wanders off on his own before Compo even notices his attention has been drawn elsewhere. Compo had kids in hand and is breaking up one brawl before it gets bloody only to turn around and see killer involved in domestic of his own.

Then tiny leader is standing between a bonded pair- never a safe place to situate one self- with

• his chest puffed out and standing tall. He's still a good foot shorter than the omega at his back, nearly two feet shorter than the alpha sneering over him. But there is no fear to him.

only Rage.

Compo isn't sure they have ever felt that blood­thirsty aura from the pup. Kidd is deathly silent at their side- orange eyes cold ad calculating.

This will be a real brawl, should it come to blows.

The Alpha is snarling past his pack leader at the Omega now, cruel barbed words demanding the young men submit to his betters and do back to his den. "where he belongs" he says.

Compo - despite their best efforts- has never had an alpha to talk down to. At least not since they were a pup still under their sire's rule. Still, for an alpha to say such things for every ear in the market to hear rankles them.

No wonder killer looks Ready to murder.

The omega wont look at their alpha. He's burned his face into killer's hair and weeps.

Kidd takes a step forward. Compo holds him back from getting closer. They need to give killer a chance to resolve this without bloodshed if they can, on nom of them will be allowed to do business in the market again.

"You need to walk away, old man" Killer states flatly. No emotion in his voice.

"You need to mind your betters" the Alpha retouts back, "and hand over my property."

"I see nothing of yours here. "Them is a shift to killer's weight. The omega seems to grow smaller. "Maybe you need to get your head checked."

"You give me back my omega you little freak."

"There is no omega here thats yours"

"Open your nose you foul smelling comstain!"

"All I smell is your unwashed as stinky up the street. There is nothing of yours here"

The alpha moved to grab the onega and killer made a biting motion at him. "Dont you touch my pack!"

The street had been watching the scene unfold and collectively froze.

So did the Alpha. "Your..? Your pack?"

"Dont you so much as look at my omega. I autth tear your throat out for scaring him - for hunty him down the street like some animal. You're no pack leader- you're a knot head who thinks you're gods off to the world. You're a loosen."

No one dared breath. The Alpha look e) and for supont, and when he found none, he steppedcloser, dropping his voice. "What d- "

Killer dint let him talk. just casually pressed the blade of his knife to the Alpha's chest. It wouldn't take much to wedge it between Ribs if the man stepped found any more.

Behind tiny killer, the Omega Refusal to look up. All around him, the Alphen saw unsimpathie face so

"This isut over."

"It is." Killen stated. "Now tuck off."

The Alpha stalked off. The crowd watched him go. A few glanced back at Killen & the omega, but the show was over.

"You got someplace safe to go, omega?" killer asked quietly. He dint turn to address the man, Giving him a mount to collect himself.

I' No."

There was so much shame & loathing in just one simple word.

"Stay with my pack until you do."

Bubblegum never left Killen's pack after that day, making their number seven.

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