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Three weeks later, Logan landed in front of the chief’s house with a thump. Her landings were normally a little softer, but she was in a hurry. She only had a little while to prepare the group for ‘the solution’.
A lot of Weres were milling around the main compound today. A few surprised her by waving in a friendly fashion, although most gave her that stoic male nod that used to annoy the hell out of her.
She found the chief and Mara in the barn. They were surrounded by a bunch of teens in fighting stances. To her surprise, there were girls mixed in with the boys.
When one of the girls, a fierce-looking black Were with her hair in braids, gave her the same distant nod as the men outside, she broke into a grin—until Mara punched the chief in the face with a killer right hook.
“Whoa,
