Sheep has widened eyes and a smile on her face. “Are those real?!” I groan, “Yes, they are real.” Sasha has her arms around Troy’s neck, and he looks pleased with himself. “Don’t worry lass—” “Stop with the accent.” I command, and he immediately clears his throat. “Don’t worry,” he croons. “They won’t bite.” With a deep roll of my eyes, I bend over and grab the bag Shade has his nose brushing against. “Troy, take her outside with these. Sasha, feed them to Shade.” While he may never listen to her, at least he will come to recognize her as a friend, and the more he is around Max, the
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