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The black Alpha squinted again when she mentioned four pups, then three bothers. His lips moved silently as he did the mental math. How did that add up? Then it dawned on him: she meant her own litter mates, who could help rear the younger puppies in her absence. Gotcha, the bob of his snout seemed to say, once more wondering if one of those brothers was missing his eyes.

Allure hadn't mentioned the figure in the distance yet but it was most definitely Fox. She looked like a beach ball with legs. Peregrine wondered how hard she would knock him upside the head if she could read minds. He was sure she felt weird and uncomfortable and probably unattractive. But Peregrine found her as foxy (haha) as ever, even heavily pregnant. He would totes do her right now—in front of Allure, even—if he wasn't afraid of poking his boys in the face. How traumatizing.