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"Can you believe I was like that once?" she asked Elwood. Granted, she would have run at the first sight of another wolf. Two-on-one encounters were not her cup of tea, no matter how feisty she was (or had been). It was kind of hard to believe it had been only about a year since she had gone around picking fights with everybody under the sun. So much had happened between then and now.

"Funny story, actually. That's kinda how I met Peregrine." That, too, had only been roughly a year ago, and somehow they had managed to fall into each other's lives. She had pissed on his borders, which had in turn pissed him off, and they'd had some stupid conversation about border patrol.