“We ride them,” Aurora explains. “I’m…sorry?” I look between her and the wolves. “It’s faster than walking.” She starts for Bardulf. “Would you like to—uh—ride Evander, instead?” I fight laughter at the absurdity of the question. Must my mind really venture to the most inappropriate of places? Aurora bites her lower lip, holding back a chuckle. She must’ve known where my thoughts wandered. “He wants you on him.” A snort escapes me. Her grin says the phrasing was on purpose. “Bardulf is fine with me. At least in this form they can’t speak.” Bardulf’s lips peel away from his teeth in a snarl.
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