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Olga asked while pointing her cellphone camera in their direction. Lola, Olga, and Larry quickly make a V pose with their fingers, so Noah chose to do the same, “Say cheese!” Olga ordered and pressed the touchscreen button—click! ‘I wonder how many likes I can make by posting this picture in my Woof…’ she was getting excited as she posted it in her Woof account. Not to forget, she included the caption along with her post, 「our team won the first position in the relay race #BeverlyFallHighSchool #MyLifeIsAwesome」

I hadn’t sent a single meme, but no matter how many Rufio-themed reels he had, I knew he probably laughed at them under his breath. I tapped the message field and typed something casual. Hey, I just saw a dog that looked like Rufio but was fluffier. 12/10 imposter vibes. Hope you’re good. :) I stared at it. Read it. Deleted the smiley. Re-added it. Paused. It wasn’t a big text. It wasn’t a confession, an invitation, or anything more than a tiny, threadbare bridge stretching across the silence. But my thumb hovered over the screen like it was wired to a detonator.

OF: There are so many OF: F*ck OF: Uncontrollable OF: They are bursting OF: Mia, hold me back MC: No OF: UWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWUWU Ash: I'm not doing this Ash: Hell, no OF: Ashybear OF: Oh no, this is so f*cking cute they are gonna burst again UWU OF: I almost like it as much as Mob BOSS Ash, and MOB boss Ash is still high up there, but... OF: Mob UWU Boss UWU Ashybear UWU ojo SL: I didn't think adding the two of you would be so entertaining, but then again, Olivia did piss in one of her precious adopters' car

57.2 I felt a tinge of sadness upon learning about Knight's pack. Unlike the typical werewolf pack, his was predominantly composed of omegas, or in other words, weaker werewolves. If Teresa hadn't shared this information with me, I might not have noticed. We were currently inside my assigned tent, and while Teresa was occupied with her tea, I discreetly observed Knight's people.

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Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

“**Is it just me, or does anyone else think Ray and Liliana planned this whole thing? Too convenient. #PowerCoupleGoals**” But it wasn’t just the serious discussions that dominated the conversation. Memes began circulating within minutes—snapshots of the kiss with exaggerated captions like “**When you know you just won at life**” and gifs of Lilly walking confidently out of the boardroom with captions like “**Me leaving a toxic group chat**.” The internet was having a field day, and Lilly’s bold move only fueled the frenzy.

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

This is wild. [Is any of their evidence real? Do they even have a son?] Linda checked the comments, face on fire. "No. This isn't possible. Willie can't be a dog. Jemma, you rigged this!" They didn't even glance at the boy in the corner. Still locked on Willie. I smiled and gave a sharp whistle. "Willie. Three barks. Spin." He barked three times and turned in a clean circle. I folded my arms. "Now you believe the dog's name is Willie. So tell me—how were you that confident you could give birth to a dog?"