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A new chapter in the ever growing world of Hearthway Hollow! The new werewolf also grows one of the families there. Hope you all enjoy!

You run deliveries for the bakery and the cafe. You’ve had your motorcycle fitted with individual side bags so that the food and drinks don’t spill or get crushed. Every day, right at one, you made a delivery to the police station. One day, along with the usual order, there was an order for over twenty bacon cheese croissants.

As you walk into the station with your delivery, you set things on the front desk as the secretary goes to fetch the collection. As you’re double-checking the order to make sure everything is there, a cop rushes up beside you.

“Is that them?” He grabs the bag full of croissants and grins. “Good! Just in time!”

You look up at him; he’s exceptionally tall with gangly limbs and legs that go on forever. He has a sweet baby face but there is a scar on the right side of his face, and he wears an eyepatch. “You aren’t going to eat all of those are you?”

His cheeks suddenly turn dark red. “No! They’re for the dogs.”

“The dogs?” You ask. You look around, knowing over half the police station is werewolves.

“The K-9 unit,” he replies.

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