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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jackson had his laptop open in front of him and a steaming cup of coffee to the side. The coffee shop was busy. He had been lucky to get a seat at all, let alone one tucked nicely into the corner. The site he’d briefly looked over, way back when he first got Wren, was pulled up.
He was scrolling through the various articles on the site, but mostly he was looking at the photos. The Database of Collared Wolves shouldn’t be accessed on public wifi and Jackson wanted to put off searching for any specific ID numbers, anyway. So scanning through the rescued wolves website was his best bet for public searching.
He didn’t expect anything to come of it. There were countless wolves in the fighting circles. Countless. The chances of Wren’s little brother being saved by this group was next to none, and the chance of them having a convenient picture up was even slimmer.
“Think you’ll do it?” Liam slipped into the seat next to him wit
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