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The wolf tilts its head to its side. “Approach, girl,” it says.

Helissent squints at the wolf.

“I won’t eat you,” says the wolf. “’Cause if I can eat you, it’s because you’ve gotten too close; but if you get too close, then you’re the kind of person who might just stay and become the mother of the man who sets me free.”

It is just so much noise.

“Seriously,” Helissent says, not budging. “A girl shouldn’t have to explicitly include ‘must disclose all gigantic, magical, talking wolves’ in a prenup.”

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