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"Can we be on the lookout for our mate now that we're heading out?" Hugo whined for the fiftieth time that morning, his voice like a toddler begging for a cookie before breakfast. "You're wasting time! What if she's right here? Right under our nose?"
"Hugo," I muttered under my breath, making a beeline for the hallway leading to the salón de estar, which was the main living room in the pack house.
"We live in the middle of a forest. Unless you think she's dis ...
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