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“Sorry, Chewy. This is my girl and me.”
“Sucks. You got this were-wolf shit under control? I got no desire to howl at the moon. I already piss off the old lady as it is.”
“Affirmative. But you’ll owe Jane Yellowrock a boon.”
“What the fuck’s a boon?”
“It’s like a favor. You belong to her for one favor. No questions asked.”
“So, I’m fucked no matter what?”
“Pretty much,” Eli said.
Brute whuffed in agreement.
Liz tucked another carved hippo into the bandages. Chewy went to sleep.
Two hours later, Eli heard helo blades. He stood and walked to the center of the tornado ravaged hillcrest and waved his arms. The helo wobbled and headed his way.
The End
