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Charles didn’t bother trying to talk He had nothing to say anyway His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to randfather had been a medicine ht

He handed his da a cup of hot chocolate

"Your wife called ruff

"Ah" He hadn’t known that Annato outrun his frustrations

"She told ," his da said "I told her that I heard you tellto Seattle to ation-as did ht Charles, who decided sipping his cocoa was better than opening hiswith hiood reason," said Anna breezily as she slipped by his father and brushed against Charles She earing his favorite broeater On her it hung halfway down her thighs and buried her shape in cocoa-colored wool Brother Wolf liked it when she wore his clothes

She should have looked like a refugee, but somehow she didn’t The color turned her skin to porcelain and brought out rich highlights in her light brown hair It also emphasized her freckles-which he adored

She hopped up on the counter and purred happily as she snagged the cocoa he’dup," said his father in disgruntled tones

"Mm to the hot chocolate or his father

"And she refused to pick up the phone when I called back" His father wasn’t pleased

Not so co someone around who doesn’t instantly obey you, old ht-just as his father h told Charles that his da wasn’t really upset

"Frustrating," Charles ventured

"He yelled ather forehead The Marrok could speak to any of his wolves hts noHe was just danored him, and he went away eventually"