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“A furry, wingless dragon?” the wolf asks.
“A what?” he chokes.
“You said you’re not a dragon, but you’re like a dragon,” She explains. “You have the teeth and the claws and the tail—so you’re like a furry, wingless dragon.”
A furry, wingless dragon.
Aurora thinks he’s a furry, wingless dragon, and—
“You know what?” he chuckles. “Why the f**k not?”
“Would you let me pet you?” the wolf asks so seriously that you would think this is the most serious part of their entire conversation. “Lyn said you wouldn’t say no if I gave you my sad puppy eyes.”
And there’s a lot in there to process, but most importantly—
“You’re not scared of me?”
“Scared of you?” She frowns. “Why would I be scared of you?”
“I kill other wolves, pup,” he growls.
“I know?” She stares at him in confusion.
