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Dora leans closer.

“When did this happen?”

“I'm not sure.”

“What is it?”

I hesitate. Her eyes narrow again.

“Aggie.”

“A Wolf.”

Silence.

“A what?”

“A Wolf.”

Dora stares at me. I wince.

“Don't make that face.”

“What face?”

“That one.”

“I'm not making a face.”

“You are absolutely making a face.”

“Aggie, Witch familiars aren't usually Wolves.”

“I know that.”

I gesture toward the books surrounding me.

“Hence the research.”

“Where did you find a Wolf?”

“Technically, he found me.”

Her mouth opens. Then closes. Then opens again.

“When?”

“Back to School Night.”

Her eyes go huge.

Oh, Goddess.

Here we go.

“You mean that giant, mystery Wolf from Back to School Night. You’ve seen him again and didn't tell me?”

“I've been busy.”