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... as we focused our gaze on the sleeping ball of honey-colored fur nestled in Astrid’s arms. Yvonne’s tears were silent, filled with love and an immense pride in her son. Who’d have thought this riffraff was capable of such emotion?
"This is the youngest we’ve had in the pack’s history," I murmured, my voice low with awe as I moved closer. I crouched down beside the swing, my eyes level with the sleeping pup. "He’s just two."
"Heh," Yvonne let out a watery, triumphant laugh, wiping ...
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