“Daisy!” No. Not today. Not now. Not ever. "C’mon, girl. Please. You sleep on the bed, you go with them, and you’ll be sleeping in the dirt.” The howls rose higher. “Please, Daisy. You can chew up Keegan’s long johns. I know he won’t care, as long as you stay. Don’t leave me. Please, please don’t.” August’s voice cracked, and his knees threatened to buckle. “We’re pack, remember? You and me.”
— May 14, 2025 08:38PM
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