Chapter 8

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Laying on the couch with his head resting on a pillow, Tiberius silently glared at Wendy while she played with a ball of yarn Alfred had given her before he had left for the day. The little hawk had managed to get herself entangled within it. Now she was rolling across the floor, trying to free herself. The old hawk merely watched, not even bothering to lend a talon. Sighing heavily, he glanced over at the window just as a familiar fluffy white Pomeranian arrived.

"There you are! I couldn't find you in the shed," Gidget exclaimed as she entered the apartment. At first, she didn't see Wendy. It wasn't until the little hawk accidentally bumped into the Pomeranian that she noticed. Face lighting up, Gidget remarked, "Hi there, aren't you adorable." Wendy blushed at the praise while Tiberius rolled his eyes in annoyance towards the younger hawk.

Helping Wendy out of the yarn, Gidget looked over at Tiberius as she pointed out, "I didn't know you had a daughter." Startled, the old hawk quickly explained, "Oh god no! Gidget, you would know if she was mine and she is DEFINITELY NOT MINE." Wendy made no reaction as she went back to playing with the ball of yarn.

Sitting down, Gidget smiled as she watched Wendy play. Looking over at her best friend, she was surprised to see the look of disapproval on Tiberius's face. "What's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Huffing, the old hawk responded, "Oh, nothing's wrong except the fact that I feel like I'm being replaced! Last I checked, I'm still alive!"

"You're not being replaced," Gidget reassured Tiberius. Extending a wing towards Wendy who was still playing around with the yarn, the old hawk retorted, "Really?! Then why is she here?!" The fluffy white Pomeranian sighed heavily as she shook her head silently. She was about to open her mouth to say more when Wendy suddenly piped up, "Who's that?"

Confused, Tiberius and Gidget both looked over at the window to see a man dressed in black clothing.

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