The problem with supernatural wars is there's no guidebook for how to be a new mom in the middle of one. No "What to Expect When You're Expecting (And Everyone Wants Your Wolf Babies)" bestseller to dog-ear and highlight. Which is why, at 3 AM, I found myself pacing the bedroom with two fussy wolf cubs while trying not to think about Damien potentially dying tomorrow in a leadership challenge. Just normal, everyday worries.
"Come on, guys," I whispered, bouncing slightly as I walked, the way I'd seen Emily do with colicky pack babies. "Sleep is this amazing thing humans invented. You should try it sometime."
Leo, the larger of the twins, responded with a pitiful whine that somehow managed to communicate entire paragraphs of infant wolf dissatisfaction. Oscar, not to be outdone, added his
