“Are you sure this isn’t just a prank?” Lisa squinted at the tiny scroll in her hand, eyeing the wax seal shaped like a crescent moon. “Because if this is another one of Logan’s ‘mystical surprise evaluations,’ I swear on my last cupcake...”

Celeste gave her a look. “Do you think Logan knows how to write in calligraphy?”

Lisa sniffed the parchment. “Smells too fancy for him. Must be legit.”

The pups had just finished their patrol relay, a game involving cardboard ...