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𝟯𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗢𝗩
‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹
"He's back. Wolves!" Willa called out to her pack as she saw Wyatt approaching.
They helped paint his markings back on his face before finally giving him his moonstone and placing it around his neck. He turned around and wolfed out for a bit before turning to his sister.
"What did you find out?" Willa asked as Wyatt turned to her with a slight glare.
"They saw you howling, Willa," he sneered out, making Willa give him a face.
"So?" She asked, shrugging her shoulders.
"We're exposed," he said, showing her the flier that Zoey made. Willa snatched it out of Wyatt's hands and laughed at the poorly drawn wolf.
"looks nothing like us, Wyatt. We have way better hair than that," she said, tossing the drawing away.
"Stop being such a worry-wolf, brother. I only said "awoo"! It's like saying "ciao" or "aloha." Or "I'll rip your throat out." Anyway, who cares what they think? It's a terrible town," she said while rolling her eyes.
"We have to find Moon," he said in a quieter tone, and Willa tensed up immediately at the mention of her mate's name.
