Elana pushed back from the small wooden table where she'd been staring into the fire. Her movement sliced through the cabin's panic.
"That's enough," she said, her voice steady and uncompromising. She crossed to where Leela paced a hole in the rug. "Finnegan isn't senseless. He's an Alpha—he knows how to hold his wolf in check when his family's survival depends on it."
Leela spun, eyes frantic. Briar pressed to her chest. "He's too calm, Elana!" she burst out, her voice fraying at the edges. "I've been in his head for years. I know his quiet and his rage. This—this ice in his veins—I've never felt it. It's not my Fenn."
Elana didn't flinch. She stepped into Leela's space, the Luna's authority softening just enough to reveal the mother beneath. She gripped Leela's upper arm and guided he
