"Well, you're pack," he corrected himself. Not a wolf, and that was part of what had intrigued Varick about the twins. "I used to think you were different but--it's not like you're a giraffe, or something." He quirked the briefest of smiles and then removed the jacket carefully, going to hang it up in their little closet.
Then again, maybe pack life wasn't so great, if a monster could take over so easily. But Hunter was renewing his faith and Kingston was so promising. "Wendell bought us opening night tickets to Tristan and Isolde at the Seattle Opera," he mentioned, needing to change the topic to something lighter.
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