A whistle streams through his teeth. “What are you going to do about it, Luna?”
No, I’m sorry for your loss. No weird pat on my shoulder. Instead, this shifter just lays it out, and his question repeats in my head. What am I going to do about it?
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Where’s the rabid bitch when you need her?
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“Tyran’s been parading those bites around all morning like a proud peacock. I’ve never seen the bastard so happy,”