Aunt Rayna shivered, a wary look crossing her features. Her fingers twitched at her sides, a subconscious flex of magical reflex. I laughed, already knowing what she was thinking—probably bracing for a supernatural brawl in the middle of the hotel room.
“No worries,” I said casually, stretching my legs out in front of me with a tired grin. “Logan’s the Alpha of the Howlers. Paul’s his Beta.”
She raised her brows, then let out a surprised, breathy laugh. “I see.”
The tension in the room shifted slightly, magic unwinding like a coiled rope finally slackening. She turned back to business. “In any case, where’d you find the child?”
“He was hidden inside a bunker behind my parents’ old house.” My voice dropped as the memory tightened in my chest. “We also found this inside.” I pulled the wo
