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He didn't like hearing her talk that way. She was plenty street smart, and Mal had pretty much decided whatever the guy was doing, he was doing it on purpose to be cruel, just as he'd done to the other wolves he'd crossed paths with. And if Donovan was good at being cruel, then yeah, boot that guy into next week before he found someone's kid. But really, how well did you actually know him? You haven't been gone that much, and I've never run into the guy or his pack, so he couldn't have been here long. You'd have figured it out. Especially considering Mal really doubted the guy could have kept up the act. And it was probably better it was now than later. What if he'd managed to trick her for a lot longer? Then it would have been way worse. Mal just wished it hadn't happened at all.

When Simmik tucked her head back under his chin again, he tipped his head down just a little to pull her a bit closer protectively. And if there's ever anything you need me to do, just tell me. I'll be here. He didn't know what else he could do. Talk, be there, maybe bring her a tasty snack... They were the only things he could think of, but was it enough? He hoped so. If not, Simmik could tell him.