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Ari watched her twin sister’s litter play in the garden of their suburban home. They weren’t able to shift yet, but in another couple of years they would, and she definitely didn’t envy Christine that. Fox shifters were mischievous by nature, and having four little ones about was sure to be hard work. Their Mum had always told them that the two of them had been a handful, even before their younger brothers had come along, ten years after them.
“You could always retire from the council and have some of your own.” Chris handed her a glass of cold water, which she took gratefully. It was hot, and being in the city only seemed to make it worse.
“You sound like Mum.” Ari sighed. Their Mum was desperate for her to settle down with ‘a nice fox shifter’ and have a litter. Something she’d been
