Makayla Brewer

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Just before sleep took her she realized they’d not set a guard. Then she heard Storm shift, get up and pad over to them, curling down behind Corban, the smell of her fur wafting over them. Don’t need to set a guard tonight. Storm’s back, and she’s pack.
Wrath (The Faithful and the Fallen, #4)
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