Fated Sin
But 20 minutes later a large fat rabbit was tossed down at our paws, before two more were flung at the other wolves.
“Better?” Ryver asked, crouching in front of us, his eyes roamed our fur and they lingered on the silver collar, his gaze hardened before he grabbed the gloves he had dropped and slipped them between our neck and the collar, relieving our pain. Nya whimpered in relief and he chuckled,
“All you had to do was ask” he told her before he stood and went back to his spot.
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