don't feed me scraps from your bed
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indent Something was wrong. The shack had been abandoned since the girl (Firefly, someone had told him) had been dragged back home. Now he had heard that something was in there, something that sounded and smelled like a wolf. While his cousin’s peculiar absence bothered him, the fox that still hung around was a remarkable spy. All it took was a few scraps, the promise of protection, and whatever blind loyalty the red-coat had to his wolfish cousin.

indent Two-legged, Gabriel reached out, fumbled with the wire lock and pulled open the door. While he looked puzzled, his face swiftly dropped and darkened as he saw the wolf. Pristine white fur was covered in dried blood and dirt, and he looked half to hell. “The hell?”




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