Nov 10, 2014
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Send a ✚ for my muse’s reaction to yours walking in on them while they’re getting a wound cleaned.
Even though it wasn’t his place to just waltz in, he headed into the kitchen to see Bree sitting on the table with Jeremy tending to her arm. “Mutts,” he said, his way of alerting Jeremy that he’d returned. “Five of them.” He headed to Jeremy’s side and rested his hands on his hips. “I still have their scents. If Clay and Nick’ll listen to me, we can catch them quick.” His eyes quickly drafted to the wound that Bree had ended up getting. “Were one of them armed?”
