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he felt a flash of annoyance as kove persisted, but let it go without pursuing the feeling. grayday was quite established in the wilds; if the man didn't know the pack's name now, he certainly would soon. "morningside," he said succinctly.

"scrappy woman, no tail," he continued, anger filling him up as he thought of the woman he'd never seen yet knew so well. "she attacked my family. she might be a danger to others." like yours, he thought, though his face must convey the unspoken sentiment quite clearly.

that is, if she wasn't one of his already. eyewitnesses had sworn that she carried no pack-scent, but who knew. these southern wolves might be craftier than they could bargain for; she could have cloaked her scent in something.