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Atreus’s smiles were rare, his laughter rarer still. But he favored Ancelin with both as his brother went skidding toward the opposite wall, looking rather ridiculous.

The expressions quickly faded when his litter mate let out a shrill bark, then launched a counterattack. Atreus braced himself for impact, though he swung his head out of the way so that Ancelin’s head drove straight into his chest.

It knocked him back on his haunches. Atreus’s mouth opened and closed as he struggled for breath. It was such a horrible sensation, he knew he would never make that mistake again.

Worse than the physical ache of it, he hated how vulnerable he felt. Atreus snarled, lest Ancelin try to take advantage of his momentary weakness.