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Mating Moon on the Rise
“You’re going to need me?” I said nervously. Chewing my cheek. I’d already dealt with another Mating Moon since that first one. It hadn’t been nearly as brutal.
Still…
“Yes.” Vanquish nodded. “But I don’t think that’s what he means.”
“I mean they’re going to scent you a mile away.” Racer warned in a dangerous tone. “I’m not letting you go anywhere near that camp.”
Shit.
I wanted to go. Wanted to see how big their force was. And what resources they have.
Magnus walked through the trees. Catching the tail end of the conversation. “He’s right, you know? I was standing downwind from you and could smell you down the hill.&rdq
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