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The summons was met with a more brusque Akavir—the voice of a lady appeased him, given Jakoul’s state, but recent news had him considering their options for the moment. To be at peace within the creek, a certain problem would need to be eradicated.

And so when the lissome she-wolf was upon their doorstep once more, she was met with a rumbling greeting, champagne eyes roving over the curve of her hip, his appreciation there, but a certain nagging feeling pulling at him—the scent of the slender night wanderer, perhaps.

“We’ve been meaning to come introduce ourselves to yours,” he offered in way of greeting, stopping a respectful distance from her. “But the timing hasn’t been quite right…” He wasn’t about to leave his land unattended with a potential threat next door, nor a woman in heat. “My apologies.”