EMBER DIDN’T ACCEPT reality immediately. She sniffed her father intently, growled at Melissa, let her ruff rise in warning when Ryder and I slid back into our human skins.
I ignored her, realizing I’d dropped Aiti and the rat while shredding yet another layer of clothing. The fabric was irrelevant, but my mother....
“She’s fine,” Wolfie observed. He jerked his chin and one of the wolves rose to two feet, plucking both cages out of the grass.
The middle-aged woman carrying the cages was Wolfie’s mate, Ember’s mother. “Perhaps,” she observed, her understanding of the situation proving that she and Wolfie had the same sort of telepathic connection Ryder and I did, “we should release the animals before anything else goes wrong?”
“Not here.” Even in human form, Ryder managed to bristle as h
