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he says with a breathy laugh, his hands anchoring against my shoulders. "My wolf is getting very used to catching your frame," I tell him, slowly letting his waist go. We take a short, brisk hike over to the Nightclaw Rover. The vehicle is heavily lifted, sitting on fat, aggressive rubber tracks meant for climbing dangerous vertical trails and navigating wild pack borders. Luka walks completely around the massive frame, his eyes wide. "This machine is an absolute monster." I pull the heavy driver's door open, stepping back to leave the entrance clear. "Your wolf can take the wheel first."