Liam Oliver met me in the hall, presumably back from a run. I nodded briefly to him. He was a good alpha, but still far from my favorite person. He fell in step beside me. “Lya has a dog,” he said abruptly. “She doesn’t know it’s a familiar.” I looked over at him quizzically, curious as to why he would do something like that. “I can’t be with her all the time,” he sighed. “It helps her when she gets panicky alone.” I grunted in approval, at least appreciating that he was trying to do something to help her. “Why didn’t you tell me my sister was still struggling?” He glared over at me. “No offense, man, but she doesn’t even know you. Right now, you’re just the jerk who's screwing over her best friend.” I ignored the comment, hearing the familiar announce our presence to its possessor. When Lya opened the door, a little black mutt puppy immediately went for my arm, dragging at the sleeve of my jacket right where Rose’s mark was. “Hello, Henry,” I grumbled. Familiars made me unc
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