Luke’s POV I waltzed into the half-finished apartment at Giraffe Nr. 13, holding two swans in my arms. Brandon, my alpha, barely looked up before smirking. “Who let the dog in?” “Don’t look at me,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Walda. “Look at her! She did it!” I continued, ”She also screwed us all over again, made her hocus-pocus, and bam, the elevator works now!” I let out a dry laugh. “My legs and back are still sore, you know!” I made sure to say it loud enough so she could hear. Walda just laughed and winked. For someone hundreds of years old, she was way too quick-witted. “A little workout never hurt anyone. You’re in your prime stop complaining and introduce everyone already!” “Me?” I blinked. “You want me to introduce them?” “Yeah, you!” she said firmly. “But you called them here,” I pointed out, still confused. “I’m getting old here—just start already!” she said, clearly amused. I was slowly catching on. “Oh. Well—hi, everyone! These duckies—oh—sorry, I mean swa
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