“I’m not sure what I was expecting,” Troy comments as I walk up to him. His head turns down, looking at his watch, before coming back to me. “Twenty-two minutes, no blood—oh, well never mind, you’ve got some—” His eyes round, “A-Are those eyes?” In a Ziplock bag, two eyeballs roll around as I raise it. “Yes, they're for Shade.” It’s only then I don’t see said wolf, I ask, “Where is he?” I swear I’m about to put him back into training if he walked away after my clear instructions. Troy laughs and gestures toward my trailer. Oh, for fuck sakes. As I’m about to go in, he grabs my attention, “Hey…
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