The morning in Bloodstone was soft and gold, sunlight streaming through the treetops in warm ribbons. Birds chattered above the dens, and somewhere in the distance a training whistle blew, signaling the start of warrior drills.
But Bane didn’t hear any of it.
Not over the shrieking.
Not over the chaos.
Not over the unmistakable sound of two tiny, furious werewolf pups losing their minds at the exact same time.
“Lizzy!” he bellowed from the kitchen, holding one squirming baby under each arm. “They’re doing the thing again!”
Lizzy burst in from the hallway, hair braided and a smear of berry puree across her cheek. “Bane, everything is ‘the thing’ with them. Which one?”
“Both!” he shouted over the screams.
Little Kaiden—dark-haired, golden-eyed, already scowling like a miniature versi
