Tangled

15 Ava: Settling In (I)

Waking up with a dog is both better and worse than waking to an alarm.

Selene starts with a cute little nose bumping against my hand. Then a head burrowing beneath it. Then her entire body on mine, as her dog breath–which smelled particularly fishy–assaults my nose.

She finishes it off with a low, mournful howl, and I

open my eyes with a groan. “I’m up. I’m up. Come on, Selene. You couldn’t let me sleep for fifteen more

minutes?”

Her huff sounds a lot like you slept for six hours, you’ll

be fine to me, but I rub her ears and roll out of bed anyway, only to screech a few seconds later when something sharp tries to murder my foot.

“Shit! Ow, ow, ow. Fuck. Oh, my God. I’m dying. Holy shit.” I fall back onto the bed and check the bottom of

my foot. Only a little bleeding where something sharp broke the skin, and a nice big scratch. I grab my glasses and peered at the floor, shocked to see a purple crystal there.

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Selene must have gotten into something overnight, because that was not there last night.

I shoot her a dark look. “This is the thanks I get for giving you a home?”

My sweet little husky just tilts her head, staring at me like I’m stupid, and I sigh, tossing the crystal onto my night stand. For a second, I feel a tingle on my

fingertips, but when I grab it again and hold it in my palm, there’s nothing.

Weird.

aching pain in my chest seems subdued, almost as if there’s some sort of barrier between it

properties, but Dad always

not.

some gold encasing one tip of the long crystal, as if it is meant to hang off a chain. I spin the crystal around, lifting it to the light to admire its colors. “Pretty. Think I should

neck.

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out the door, telling her to find a place to potty as I get dressed in record time. She’s at my door again by the time I dash outside, finishing the messy bun I’d corralled my hair into. I’ve been pondering cutting and dyeing it to help hide my identity, but I figure if someone finds me, it’s probably not

stairs on the side of The Novel Grind’s building, and a sign on the door has my pace slowing, before I stop, staring slack–jawed at

the door.

with your new dog and to rest from your workaholic tendencies.

learned in these past few days that I can’t stop attributing human emotions to her mannerisms.

effect of being raised with wolf shifters. They do have their human emotions when shifted into their wolf

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disconnect from that.

hand to stop my torrent of mild outrage. “Don’t even think about it,

a fish as my mouth opens and closes as all my arguments dissipate in the

with her ears back and her eyes twice as large as

I sigh.

I’m going to hate

rest.”

it’s paid time off, for–um,

open my mouth, then close it

fish face. “Oh.

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gave birth or something. But Mrs. Martha says fur babies are still babies, so get out.” He winks before slamming the door

close, because banging doors doesn’t fit a bookstore cafe’s ambience. It’s just the overall

what else am I going to do? I could go hiking, but I don’t know the area. With my luck, I’d get lost in the middle of miles of evergreens, with no access to any of the local rivers, and get eaten by a hungry bear. Does Washington even have bears?

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