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Wren’s father was furious. He’d told both his children countless times that they weren’t to leave the forest unaccompanied.
“Whose dog were you chasing after this time?”
“I wasn’t, I mean I didn’t...”
“I know you didn’t. I sent Targon to look for you and he looked all over the forest and couldn’t find you. Ipso facto, you weren’t in the forest at all.”
“But...”
“No buts. I don’t want to know where you were, but you’d probably only lie to me anyway. That young lad, the Protector, Wolf, he’s taken a shine to you. Maybe you were off somewhere with him.”
“I wasn’t, I promise. I don’t even like him.”
“Well, wherever you were and whoever you were with, I’m grounding you for a week.”
“But that’s not fair. I’m twenty years old.”
“And in the time of your great-great-great-great grandpar
