Tangled

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12 Ava: Husky (I)

I turn the key in the lock, the familiar click signaling the start of another day at The Novel Grind. Mrs. Elkins is reading a book in one of our plush,

overstuffed armchairs, content to let me take over her morning chores.❤

“Keep the door open, dear,” she says, flipping a page and squinting through her bifocals. “An open door brings traffic, and it’s such a nice morning.”

The heavy door is a beast to prop open, and I wonder how Mrs. Elkins has managed all these years. Eventually, I find the sweet spot to jam the doorstop in, but sweat is gathering in my armpits by the time I figure it out.

I take a moment to breathe in the pine–fresh air, enjoying the chill that curls into my lungs as the sun warms my face. A soft whine catches my attention and I glance down in surprise at the silver husky sitting just outside the door, its tail thumping gently against the sidewalk.

The dog’s eyes are a blue so light that they almost

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seem white and seem to pierce right through me, as though they can see every secret I’ve ever hidden deep into the recesses of my mind. But then that thought is gone, because hey, it’s just a dog.

Though, I can’t help but notice the uncanny similarity between the husky’s eyes and my own. It’s a little creepy. Plus, they look better on the furry one.

“Hey there, buddy,” I say, easing into a crouch. “What are you doing here so early?”

It does an adorable head tilt, perking its ears forward as though listening with deep thought to every word that I speak. It doesn’t make a sound, but I can’t help but think, again, there’s an uncanny intelligence in its

gaze.

The dog doesn’t seem to mind when I reach out a hand, and my fingers brush against the soft fur of its face. It leans into my touch, its eyes half–closed in pleasure, savoring the contact.

have dogs around. Or cats. Or rabbits. Well, actually, there are rabbits–but they aren’t

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We eat them.

aren’t you?”

scratching.

swear there’s affront all over that furry face.

girl?” I try again.

and she lets out a

agreement.

for any sign of an owner, but

in the distance. “Are

stares at me, and I have the distinct sense that she thinks I’m

that and the fur I’d managed to loosen with happy scritches, I feel like a

possible for even a wolfless shifter to

rhythmic string of

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swear she rolls her

freaking grip, Ava. You can’t possibly miss being in a pack so much that you’re starting

from behind me, and I almost fall over in surprise. She tuts and swats at my arm. “You’re too young to have balance issues, Ava. Maybe you should try some

to new technology. She says it’s her job, because she needs to

cater

Elkins asks the husky, who woofs at her. “That’s what I thought. Come on in. Don’t get your fur all over my

pack before, and I’ve heard that going solo does weird things to wolves. I’ll have to keep an eye out for that. There’s no point in freedom and independence

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