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For a long time it’s just the three of them, alone in the dark. They curl up together like actual wolves most nights, Cora pressed to his back and Erica’s fingers brushing against his waist from behind Cora. It keeps them warm, since the Alpha Pack doesn’t care much for their comfort and hasn’t given them bedding, and it’s comforting. He can’t see anything, can’t hear past the walls of the vault, so their heartbeats – Cora’s steady and loud, Erica’s faster, speeding and slowing easily, just as loud – become something of a lullaby to him. They talk as well, because what else do they have to do?
A conversation Boyd, Cora, and Erica have while trapped in the vault.