River
I stayed close to Jacob’s hiding place with Blake, talking loudly in the most obnoxious way we could. Grey was starting to look at us like we’d lost our minds, but there was one flaw to the plan we hadn’t considered— puppies, like children, could not sit still, and they definitely couldn’t stay quiet. We now had a vibrating angry bush emitting a high-pitched puppy growl that Blake and I were desperately trying to drown out.




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