DRAKE We ran through the woods, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. The cast on her arm rubbed against me, but I didn’t care. I kept my pace steady, not doing anything too crazy with her on my back until my foot slipped, and we flew into a deep puddle. She got all muddy and looked a bit pissed at me.My once white fur was now covered in mud, making me look almost brown. She laughed, teasing me, "You look like Vance right now," which made Emory growl aggressively. Emory kept muttering in my head, “She just said I look like a half-breed,” over and over again. It ate at him, the comparison to Vance, and he started whining. Emory saw himself as perfect, bred for just that. Vance was just a mutt.She grabbed his head, trying to soothe him. “I know we can’t communicate, but I can tell you aren’t happy. Whatever it is, stop.” But Emory was still upset, his whines continuing relentlessly.“Stop whining,” she commanded, but he couldn’t. I had to come back. I shifted, pulling her int
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