After dinner, which honestly was more talk about Ruby joining our misfit family and the sharing of food and drink, we let our wolves and magic lead us to the chamber where the initiation would take place. I would hold Saffron for the entirety of the ritual, something Logan was taught to use by both his bloodlines but used them with combined effort to keep his power balanced. Ruby leaned into my side, her hand holding my arm like she was afraid to let go. Saffron was quiet, looking around at the various pieces of art and the torchlit walls where shadows danced in sync with the flames. His tiny fists holding my shirt with the intensity of cautious awe as his little head whipped around to take in the view. I glanced down as Ruby’s hand tightened on my arm and noticed how she kept looking ba

