Standing in ceremonial robes with wolf cubs at my feet while surrounded by supernatural creatures straight from a fantasy novel's appendix wasn't exactly how I'd planned to spend my Tuesday night. Yet here I was, adjusting Leo's tiny ceremonial collar for the fifteenth time while Oscar made another valiant attempt to eat the silver embroidery on my sleeve.
"Knock it off, you little piranha," I whispered, gently extracting the threads from his needle-sharp puppy teeth. "This is sacred moon thread or something equally mystical that Velma will kill me for destroying."
Oscar's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he sent me a clear telepathic impression: Shiny!
The cubs' ability to communicate telepathically had emerged about a week ago, starting with basic feelings and gradually evolving in
