I had expected resistance to our date night plans. What I got instead was exuberant enthusiasm.
"Go! Enjoy yourselves!" Emily practically pushed us toward the door, her face alight with grandmotherly joy. "Julie and I have everything planned—dinner, bath time, and a Cocomelon marathon that'll have them sleeping like angels."
Behind her, Gabriel was already sprawled on the enormous sectional sofa, Leo and Oscar nestled in the crook of his arm as the colorful animated characters sang from the giant TV screen mounted on the packhouse wall. The Alpha of Crescent Moon, feared throughout supernatural communities, was completely absorbed in a children's show about a baby with an unusually large head.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I asked, even as Kieran was tugging me toward the exit.
Julie
