Megan

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But he was a power; I could feel the forest’s attention upon him. I moved closer to let my nose get a better read on this one. His track smelled of bitterness and jealousy, small, sniveling emotions, though his body language and the forest alertness spoke of his power.
Shifting Shadows: Stories from the World of Mercy Thompson
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