Viking Wolf: Odyssey of a hybrid Luna
I gave her one of my most crooked smile before taking the porch from her.
"Yeah, thanks," I mumbled, aiming for the chill tone but probably landing somewhere closer to a startled squirrel sound.
My chest was doing that dumb flutter thing again.
Seriously, could it not?
Lyra caught my eye, smiling like she knew exactly what was up.
I fiddled with the leather on the porch.
I couldn’t lie, it’s a fine piece, with a clean brown leather.
Somebody put real effort into this.
The stitching was wild, like the kind of work you only see from people who actually care about details. Plus, it was soft. Like, dangerously soft. I tried not to look like I was petting it.
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