"Reel in those wolfy urges for, like...at least an hour if you can?" Liza declared with an exaggerated huff, ignoring Brenda's mortified blush as she flapped a dismissive hand. "Some of us are still trying to mentally prepare to be kicked out of humanity's sacred inner circle, you horndog!"
Malcolm's low warning growl did absolutely nothing to dissuade his sassy niece. Liza simply rolled her eyes with withering disdain before rounding on Brenda, softening her belligerent stance marginally.
"In truth, dear friend, I know this business of lunar transformations must weigh heavily upon your spirit," she offered, clasping Brenda's hands with genuine warmth. "But take heart - you have me as your ride or die, wolf pack bestie keeping you grounded through the wacky stuff!"
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