Thirty-One
“Ti’at, be careful out there!”[1] “We will, yaya!”[2] Erin laughed with her little brother at their mother’s tendency to worry. Perhaps it was her Luna instinct that made her hypervigilant about her own pups’ safety. Or maybe she just knew how much trouble two pups were likely to get into when turned loose. Maybe it was because of her round belly indicating she was a mere two months from birthing their next sibling. It would be the sixth member of their family and Erin knew their father was proud of his growing brood. His protective instincts were also sharpening as he made sure their pack was a safe place for his next pup to be born into. He and his warriors patrolled their borders with greater frequency, and he was less tolerant of rogues sniffing around the edges. Now that Raisa was
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