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As he looked Magnus over, the other wolf curled his lips in a warning. The threat obvious is his manner as well as the bared teeth. The Warlord just raised a brow at the other wolf. If he wasn’t already so beaten up and healing, he would have booped Magnus over the nose.

“Well, obviously” Sirius smirked. “At least you have your life; you almost didn’t have that, as well” he said dryly, rolling back on his hunches to take in the aggressive wolf. There seemed to be little og ‘Magnus’ left in him. And Sirius didn’t just mean his missing body pieces, his nature had changed along with his missing memories. Perhaps the Warlord couldn’t blame him. It meant he was waking up injured in a foreign territory. “You don’t remember this, but we were friends once, you and I” He said softly.


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