Bearclaw Valley i can’t help being a gorgeous fiend

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The memory of the child held up high, torn from its mother's side, of the dog's cry and then his lifeless eyes for daring to protect the innocent...it stuck with her, niggling into her mind and creating a whirlwind of worry that was rare for her. Even as she completed her familiar routine — wandering through the Valley, adding her scent to the borders and scrounging up whatever food she could find — she felt distant. Until she saw him.

Merrick. 

Her chest tightened, and she was sent back again to that day. Should she even bring such a thing up, lest she meets the same fate as the dog — Fraser was his name, the poor lad.

It felt foolish, but she chuffed, declaring her presence to her alpha. Better come at him head on that sneaking up on him and giving the bastard a fright.