Please, Not Another.

Cyrus

"Why are we having a meeting when we could be gouging out Sonne's eyes with soup spoons?" I spin myself around in the chair in the war room as Ayla and Raven sit on a small sofa, trying to shove Warlock into the knitted sweater Ayla made our tail tumbler.

I'm pretty sure it's a boy, and the s...

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