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Kenneth stretched and turned his head to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was already half-past seven. He usually slept in on Saturdays but he couldn't just sleep in that morning... He reached out to pick up the framed photo of his and Tristan's wolves from the bedside table like he did every morning, and stared at it. It was a beautiful picture. Kenneth smiled, remembering the day his and Tristan's wolves had spent the night in the suite. Though he'd been out most of the time thanks to their naughty wolves, that day had been special. Gabriel had brought him that framed photo the morning after Tristan's departure. He told Kenneth that their wolves had looked so sweet cuddled up together when he entered Tristan's suite that morning after the arena combats, he hadn't been able
