The main course had just been served when the air in the room shifted subtly. Not because of words, but because of pack instinct. The guests from Silvermoon began to straighten their backs, their eyes narrowing slightly, their noses flaring ever so faintly.
They smelled something. Human scent.
The Silvermoon daughter turned slowly toward me, as if what she had only seen before she now felt. The Silvermoon Beta lowered his spoon slowly, then Alpha Silvermoon spoke for the first time since the soup had been served.
“So it is true. You keep a human inside the Alpha’s house.”
“She is my daughter,” Gabriel said.
“Your daughter? From human blood?”
“Why?”
The Silvermoon daughter exhaled softly as if holding herself back from laughing. “Gabriel Bloodfang acknowledges a human as his heir, th
