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... ore my brain is even functioning. I must have fallen asleep.
A threadbare blanket falls to the floor as I sit up; someone covered me when I fell asleep on the couch. Several adult wolves had swarmed the clearing only minutes after my protector fled, and—thankfully—were not a part of the sexual haze of the Mate Hunt, but established and mated adults who quickly dragged me home, like a recalcitrant child.
What were you doing? they all asked me in exasperation, like I wanted to be t ...
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