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TERRAN

“So your wolf is really like a whole other person in there?” I asked Marie as she sipped on her coffee looking amused at me while we ate breakfast. She had already explained this a number of times, but listening to the sound of her voice was a kind of bliss I couldn’t get enough of. 

“Well, she’s not exactly a person,” she giggled and cast me a playful look, and for the love of Geraniums her piercing green eyes made me feel alive, “but yes she can talk to me, has her own opinions, and generally likes to try and tell me what to do.”

Her eyes got a light glow beneath them and I cocked my eyebrow at her, “I feel like she’s trying to tell me she’s as sweet as a licorice root, and you’re the bossyboots.”