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ignore the warm weight of the wolf as it settled on the bed, pressed against her legs.
    Holy heavens, could this day get any weirder?
    Apparently the answer to that question was yes.
    The cockatoo that flew into the room to sit on the bench beside her was very familiar. The words that came out of its mouth, however, were not.
    “Idiotic, moronic mutt-shifters. Obviously you have no more sense than the stupid dogs you turn into.”
    “Huh?” Wendy asked as the cockatoo paced back and forth almost like it was mimicking the affectations of a military leader.
    “You’re supposed to be protecting me, not picking up strays.”
    “Hey,” Wendy said, completely exasperated, “be nice, Polly.”
    The bird shook its feathers, a birdy version of annoyance very clear is its demeanor, and turned toward her.
    “My name is Gop-tru-alcarn. I am royalty, and you will treat me as such.”
    Well, if that didn’t beat all…
    Tired of feeling off balance and annoyed as hell at being spoken to that way when nothing else made sense, Wendy focused her anger on the one thing she could control.
    “Well, Polly ,” she said very deliberately as she climbed to her feet and moved to stand in front of the annoying cockatoo, “I spent the past year cleaning up your poop. Unless you can prove what you claim, I suggest you shut the fuck up.”
    She felt the surprised reactions from every…ah… life-form in the room. She hadn’t said words like that out loud since she’d moved in with her grandmother. It actually felt quite freeing to be able to unleash a little of what she was feeling. When she’d thought Polly was a demanding cockatoo, she’d put up with what she’d assumed was its instinctual behavior, but if it was claiming to be royalty, then she didn’t plan to take shit from a supposedly intelligent being any more.
    “You can’t talk to m—” Polly began, still sounding and acting like a screeching cockatoo.
    “I can talk to you any way I fucking want, you rotten, demanding, feathered asshole.”
    “Whoa, no need to get personal.” Polly took a step back, perhaps surprised by his reaction to her anger. “I mean…” The bird let out an ear-piercing screech. “I don’t have to stand here and take this.”
    He screeched again, launched himself into the air, and left the room the same way he’d come.
    Wendy turned her attention back to the purple man and blond wolf and wondered what the hell to do now. “Why am I here?” she finally asked, planting her hands on her hips as she waited for a response.
    The purple man who’d been introduced as Sogarn moved closer and touched her face with the back of his fingers. “You had three snake-shifters lying unconscious in your home. Did you want to stay?”
    A cold shudder worked its way down her spine. “They were real, too?”
    “Unfortunately, yes,” Sogarn said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. It seemed strange to be cuddling up to the warm body of a naked, purple man she didn’t really know, but somehow it also felt like she belonged here. If these men were the wolves she’d been talking to for the past three months, then they knew her better than just about every person she’d ever met. In fact, they were probably the closest friends she’d ever had.
    That thought was a depressing one. She’d spent three months talking to wolves, exposing her innermost thoughts to beings who had never been given a chance to respond. That was assuming of course that she wasn’t just having a breakdown caused by her loneliness and was imagining that her wolves were purple men and her cockatoo was claiming to be royalty.
    “It’s going to be okay, Wendy,” Sogarn said, moving to hold her closer, his hand threading through the strands of her hair. “We’ll explain everything. Try and get some rest. Dinner won’t be long.”
    “Where are we exactly?”
    “The safe house?” he asked, almost as if he was trying to avoid the question.
    She nodded