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But of course that was beyond absurd. Peregrine laughed quietly at the stupidity of the errant thought, though the expression was short-lived as he kept glaring out into the night. It really pissed him off that Ferret kept coming back like a bad case of herpes. Why didn't he just fuck off to somewhere, anywhere else? The Alpha knew it was most likely Ferret was acting out of desperation, though he was more inclined to believe that shithead was just being a defiant pissant.

Fox's words softened him somewhat. "There's still enough for the two of us," he said in a slightly grumbly voice, lowering his snout to sniff at the remains. His mouth watered. What was better: the scent of his mate in heat or the scent of ripe pig entrails? Peregrine couldn't possibly decide. But right now, all he wanted to do was stuff his face, so he began to loudly and sloppily bolt down chunk after chunk of fatty flesh.