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Quiet tapping broke into my dream of running through the forest as wolf on the tail of a fox cub. My lids fluttered open, and a few blinks through descended gloom brought Ethan into focus, leaning against the doorjamb with his hands in his jeans pockets.
He smiled. No jibing, no snarky comments about sleeping in and slacking off—just smiled. “You’ve got a visitor.”
Sean roused beside me, rubbing at his face as he released a yawn. “Who?”
Ethan’s smile warmed even further. “Jess.”
I stared at him. Jess didn’t make off-handed, spontaneous, unannounced visits. The only time Jess had ever called round had been when the pack needed her help.
In fact, the only reason I could imagine for her coming was ... “She figured out a cure?”
Ethan shrugged, as I swung my legs over the mattress edg
