Elara sat by the window, watching the sunlight cut across the pack yard. Somewhere out there, Sera and Dax were strategizing with the council. Planning for a threat they could barely name.
Elara knew the name.
She'd known it since before she understood what it meant.
"When I was little," Elara said, "I thought Magnus was my grandfather."
Sera stopped pacing. She turned slowly.
They were in Sera's small house at the edge of pack lands. The same house that had been assigned to her when she first returned — a deliberate insult from the pack elders, one that no one had bothered to correct even now. But Sera had never cared about the house. Only about the people in it.
Lumi was asleep in the next room. Exhausted from the battle, from the power she'd wielded, from being four years old and
