Liam stared at his children and tried to reconcile the fact that they were, quite literally, wolves.
Not shapeshifter infants who might eventually learn to transform. Not human babies carrying dormant genetics. Three actual wolf cubs, no bigger than his hands, covered in fur that ranged from arctic white to midnight black, currently making tiny yipping sounds that his brain insisted on translating as "hungry" and "cold" and "where did all that ice go?"
"This is..." He paused, searching for words that wouldn't sound like panic in front of the cameras. "Unexpected?"
"Not really," Cooper said from behind approximately seventeen laptop screens, his raccoon heritage making him uniquely suited to processing multiple data streams simultaneously. "According to Kova's medical records from the Ec
