TRISTAN
“Tristan, don't forget to take the pan of brownies I made for the boys back to campus with you.” My mother, Luna Moira O'Donnell, takes the last of the supper dishes into the kitchen. My father, Alpha Conner O'Donnell of the Triple Moon Wolf Pack, is rinsing them and loading the dishwasher. Usually, the whole pack would gather for dinner at the packhouse on my parents’ property, a sort of ritzy country club place. But once a week, we have a private dinner here at my parents’ home in Tidepool Cove, and all servants are dismissed, so I'm treated to the unusual sight of the elegant Luna and powerful Alpha washing dishes. It's my favorite part of the week.
Well, until I met Billie.
Which reminds me, I need to tell my parents.
“Mom? Dad? I met her.”
My mother drops a plate, which m
