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It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had one at all, maybe when she was a pup or something. But last night she had relived the fight with the bear on the border, except this time, she fell off of Magic and the bear ran straight for her. She hadn’t been able to get up, and the others had stood still like statues. And the bear had roared, and everything went black…
Fuck, why was she making such a big deal about the incident? No one had gotten killed or even seriously injured. She hadn’t even been in the fight, just helped Denali to stop it. There was no reason for her to be having nightmares about the fight. It was just a bear. They wandered onto the territory sometimes. People got hurt. Big damn deal.
Maybe it was something about how everyone was acting now that it was all over. Jazper had been confined to the manor due to his injuries, which she was sure he wasn’t enjoying, due to him being a knight and all that. She wouldn’t like it much, either; there wouldn’t be much to do except practicing her reading, which she knew she was supposed to do but had been slacking off to do more important things like…riding…and…playing guitar…Okay, she was just slacking off. Maybe she should do some reading.
Drowsily getting out of bed, the dream still fresh in her mind, she slowly went downstairs and made her way to the library. When she got there and saw that Jazper was sitting on the couch, she smiled. “It’s kinda weird that I keep finding you in the library.” Moving across the room with only the sound of soft pats of her feet hitting the floor, she sat in a chair opposite of the giant gray male. The blue-gray female looked down at the floor and didn’t saw a word for a few moments, before looking back up and asking, “So, how’s it going? Are your injuries any better? That bear got you pretty hard.” She didn’t know what else to ask him. As she predicted, he didn’t seem the least bit happy, being forced to lie around in the house all day, and she felt a hint of sympathy for the other wolf. He had lived up to his name as a knight, both in family name and title, and his only reward for it was being cooped up like a caged bird.
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