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Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jazz POV

In the morning, as I awaken to the sound of the pups playfully wrestling, I am eager to see what changes Carrie has made to the room. I carefully slide open the door to the adjoining room, and my heart swells with gratitude as I take in the sight before me. The room has been transformed into a cozy den for my beloved pups, complete with a warm, inviting bed and plenty of toys for playtime.

I can't help but smile as I observe the pups frolicking and exploring their new space, their joy, and excitement palpable. With a warm nod to Carrie, I whisper a heartfelt thanks and head back to my nest to gather the materials I'll need to make my own personal sanctuary.

The air is thick with the scent of fresh wood and soft fabrics as I stroll through the halls of the Sanctuary, a small, worn pouch slung over my shoulder. I'm carrying the materials I've gathered to transform the room Carrie so thoughtfully prepared for me and my beloved pups.

As I approach my new quarters, I notice the d
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