APPARENTLY SOME FACETS of being a shifter gave even our wolfling pause, though, as I learned while driving my little family up the mountainside.
“Do I really have to?” Ember whined from the back seat. Wolfie had taken advantage of the fact that our daughter was required to arrive at her First Rites in human form to lay down the law about her new duties, and she seemed less than thrilled by the sudden introduction of rules into her life.
I was just relieved that I didn’t have to be the bad cop this time around. Because in all fairness, Wolfie should have made me speak to our daughter since I’d been the one who pushed for additional restrictions the night before. My argument had been simple—I felt that Ember-the-girl needed more structure in her life than Ember-the-pup. Wolfie had cautious
