His dad’s breath caught in his chest. “Multiple cubs?” “And different breeds. I know we have a bear and a fox. Three wolves. I think one of them is a magic user, but I can’t separate the scent of his magic from the magic at the house. We’re getting their stuff together now. Rachel is bringing food. I’m calling Meshaq next. This is bigger than us.” “Definitely call the hellhounds. Multiple cubs,” Stuart repeated, clearly as stunned as Vaughn felt. “Mom and I will be there when you get home. Anyone injured?” “Some bruising, from what I can tell. Probably a bit of malnourishment.” His dad growled
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