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I don't know why I had to go down there, I really don't.

Okay, well, I do.. there was a book down there I needed, and I didn't think anyone was down there, but that's not the point.

Nope, not the point. Totally opposite of the point, actually.

I didn't expect them to be there. Oz is so.. calm. Not that he hasn't always been, but you can tell there's something different. That he knows who he is now, that he is in control instead of the wolf.

And of course, I couldn't expect him not to pass on those skills to our newest resident werewolf.

It was just a bit of a shock to come down the stairs and see him practically naked, and Nina too. I mean, yes, logically it makes sense. They've been working on shifting back and forth, and clothes don't take well to that.

But still.

In a way, I couldn't help feeling he was still my Oz - the one I'd loved more than anything, and who if I saw him in fifty years in some completely unexpected and random place, I'd know. And I didn't want to feel like that, but when I saw him with her, it just sort of made a pang in my chest, you know?

That and I felt like I was invading, seeing something I wasn't supposed to. I would've just snuck away, but Oz saw me before I could and waved, smiling, like there was nothing weird about it at all. I mutter-babbled something about the book and how I needed it and how I didn't mean to interrupt and please don't even pay attention to me, but what I really wanted to do was run over and tell Nina that in no uncertain terms, Oz was mine.

Even though he's not, and never will be again.

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