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“You need a break?” Laura asked. Wispy dark hairs were plastered to her sticky forehead and her face was red with exertion but at least her breathing wasn’t as labored as Lori’s. The younger werewolf was bent over her knees, sucking in air like a drowning man.
“Think so,” she gasped out.
Laura nodded and grabbed two water bottles they’d set aside earlier, holding one out to Lori as she chugged the other. Half the water was gone before Laura capped the bottle.
“You were good. Wouldn’t want to be a hunter taking you on.”
Lori glanced up, grinning. “Thanks.”