Zafira Nightvale POV"Looking for what, exactly?" I ask myself real quiet, watching the tiny magic screen in my hand.I remember the fake audio log file I told them about, the one that doesn't even exist in my terminal.So, are their bad paws hunting for my pack phone, my digital slate, or maybe a secret memory crystal?I tap my chin with one claw, and a big sneaky smile breaks across my face.At first, my brain wanted to find Elira Stormveil and tell her to put a different omega slave to clean my blankets. But now? My wolf has a way better trick.Why should I throw away a perfect chance to drop this heavy trap right onto Sorelle Mistfang’s paws?When the sun goes down, and the pack kitchen fires get hot, I walk downstairs to the big eating table. Sorelle shoots a super nervous, sideways look at my eyes, but even when we finish chewing our meat shares, my mouth never says a single word about changing the house wolf. It looks like my small brain forgot the whole thing.Sorelle looks to
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