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"You still smell like his mate," Sullivan commented casually. It was just a fact and he wasn't bothered by it at all. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Haben's affection for Robin, but ultimately that boy would always feel wrong to Sullivan, an 'other.' Holden was pack, a wolf. "Robin needs a lot, but I think eventually he'll stop needing me, you know?" He'd been thinking about it lately. Sullivan wasn't exactly analytical in the mental sense, but he had good intuition about things. "And who the hell knows about the cat." |
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