#hyperbxlism

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Rowan has been gone most of the day, needing... time alone. And buying groceries. He puts the stuff away before heading upstairs to look for Juni. He doesn’t expect to find the door to his room open. Moving quickly down the hall, he skids to a stop in front of the door.

“What are you doing! I told you not to come in here!” He’s more freaked out than angry, but they both sound about the same in his broken voice.

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   Daisy had long ago perfected the art of being able to tell when a female wolf is with pups. Mostly by the smell, but also by the glow. And this girl is definitely carrying. Multiples, if Daisy’s nose is correct. It’s rarely wrong on that front.

   And of course, you can take the wolf out of her pack but you couldn’t take the pack mentality out of the girl. Sitting down across from the wolf she doesn’t know, she offers out half of her roast beef sandwich.

   “When are you due?”

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He’s hung over, again. Coming home in the early morning light. He’s spent the last few months making up for all the parties he missed in college. All the parties he missed when he abruptly had to be an adult. He’s trying to be quiet, as much because he has a pounding headache as because Juniper is asleep.