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... on is teaching me the intricacies of scent tracking and territory boundaries. Lenora is watching from a fallen log, legs crossed, biting into a green apple she stole from the kitchen. Her smile tugs at the corner of her mouth every time I stumble or ask something stupid. It’s quiet, peaceful—even a little warm.
Then I feel it.
A shift.
The birds stop chirping.
The wind dies down.
And both Eamon and Lenora snap to attention so fast it’s almost inhuman. Thei ...
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