DEVYN
"Give it to me!"
Devyn growled, with Jason's wolf held firmly in his mouth. His mother wanted to wash the stuffed wolf, to steal its scents. How would Jason know it was his if the smells were gone?
Margaret stood over the wolf, a deep growl in her own throat.
"Devyn, I will not ask again. Drop the stuffed animal and get ready for school."
The wolf dropped low, covering his belly as he slid back, trying to take the plushy with him.
"Leave it, or I'm getting the spray bottle!"