Zara Lovegrove MoonclawA massive, heavy hand shakes my shoulder. “Zara.”I open one sticky eye and pull the thick wolf-pelt blanket all the way over my head.“If your wolf needs more rest,” Theo says, his voice deep and smooth like warm honey, “I will leave you in peace. But just so you know, you have been sleeping for five total hours under the sun.”I push the heavy fur off my face and blink up at my grand new roommate with blurry eyes. “What do you mean, five hours? That is not possible.”“You sat on this skin couch,” Theo explains, his massive frame leaning against the wooden table, “and in the short time it took me to carry your traveling bags up to the guest room and come back down, you were out like a light. I laid your body across the cushions so you would be comfortable, tucked the pelt over you, and went down to my alpha administrator den. After a long line of scrying calls to the pack merchants, I went out to run errands in the metropolis. When I got back, I had a very lon
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