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indent Not exactly. No, most wolves were not exactly happy with hybrids. Especially those who didn’t know when to hold their tongues or reminded the world of the terrible things their parents had done. Gabriel had his mother’s eyes, liquid gold, but his father’s build. Corona was a near splitting image of Ahren. Ahemait was Kaena reborn. This boy was his father’s ghost, even if that demon hadn’t reared its head yet.
“Is it now?” He asked, though only half-interested. Those coyotes who believed in living that way were fools and had no place in his world.
indent Both ears went forward, and for a split second, his eyes caught fire. Ryan was like a niece, though he had spoken to her only once and seen her less and less as the days went on. Still, she was blood.
“She hasn’t indicated she isn’t. She’s with her father, after all.” Not that something like that would matter to the gray hybrid.
“Is that the reason you came back here?”




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