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“For now.”

There it is.

“For now?”

She grins.

“Tell me about your Wolf.”

My Wolf.

That warmth blooms inside me again. I try to suppress my smile.

Fail miserably.

“He's beautiful.”

Dora watches my face.

“Uh-huh.”

“Don't.”

“I'm not doing anything.”

“You're doing something.”

She makes a zipping motion across her lips.

I roll my eyes.

“He's enormous. Black fur. Smart. Like, really smart. I swear he understands everything I say.”

“Does he?”

“I think so.”

“And you aren't afraid of him?”

“No.”

The answer comes instantly. That surprises even me.

“No,” I repeat more softly. “Not at all.”

Dora studies me. I look down at the open book.

“I mean he saved me from face-planting in a pond. I-I feel safe with him.”

And there it is.

The truth.

I don't understand the Wolf.

I don't know where he comes from.

I don't know why he keeps finding me.