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She rolled her eyes. “Great. I guess you’re going to try to make up for two decades’ worth of annoyance.”

“That wasn’t my plan at all. Or, it wasn’t before you said that.”

I chuckled. It made me giddy to hear them argue like siblings. Compared to Dom, Lance was much stiffer around Bryn, but he was obviously getting used to his role. He was treating Bryn the way I did Tavi, so the scene felt very familiar.

We continued our trek. When we arrived on Garou territory, the somber mood of the young wolf who met us at the entrance drained the happy mood right out of us. He had clothes ready for us, including a dress for Bryn.

“You’re earlier than we were expecting,” he said. He spoke calmly—in fact, everything about him seemed calm, if stiff. But his dark brown eyes carried that wide, faraway look reserved for those who were suffering very deeply.

We shifted to our human forms and accepted the clothes with thanks.

“Follow me,” he said. “It’s…it’s a real mess inside.”

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