Riley pulled off his clothes, all except his knit boxers, and dropped them onto the chair in the bedroom. He'd worry about them tomorrow. Right now, he was so ramped up, so electrified, he could hardly stand still. He and Lia had not left the Volkas until after midnight. She and Mike had pored over the book - now he could understand why they spoke of it in italics - trying to trace all the different places they interconnected. Looking for relatives who might still be alive and figuring out how they could find them.
"Shifters don't exactly have genealogy societies," he'd said with a chuckle.
Lia was in overdrive, so excited he wasn't sure she'd ever settle down.
"Do you realize," she said, "what this means? Maybe we can finally gather the remnants of the pack. We can be a unit again, eve
