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“I don’t care,” she barked at the man, one of Jacob’s men. “He’s the boss out there and I’m the boss in here and I said no,” she frowned, glaring at the much larger man. There were bags under her eyes from the long hours she worked; plus it wasn’t like she was going to ever get any kind of good sleep while under Jacob’s thumb. The screams that lingered in the air always had her on edge and that damned song. Some days she was tempted to take her own life simply to have some peace and quiet again.
“I’m not running a vets office,” she added, eyeing the wolf at the man’s side. “Either it goes to the kennel so I can treat your injury or you can suck it up and deal with it on your own.” She didn’t wait for a response as she turned away, moving back into the building that had been converted into a clinic for her. As far as she was concerned it was more of a butchers.
She heard the man leave, but minutes later the door opened again. She assumed it was the soldier back to argue again and she turned to lay into him for a third time, but stopped short to see Jacob standing there. Her heart skipped a beat and she was sure she paled, but that didn’t stop her from frowning at him.
“What?”










