“Wait a minute,” Nash says, unable to contain himself. “Does that mean Layla is actually my great great great - however many times - grandmother?”
Ayala shrugs. “How am I supposed to know?”
“She must be,” I say. “The ancestor who passed down a moon rabbit pelt through your family, through your pack.”
Then I turn back to Ayala. “What happened then?”
“I stepped forward and gave myself up, knowing that my Star Twin would have lifetimes to establish a pack, grow strong, and one day bring forth a Crescent Child to retrieve me. I hoped, with the naivety of youth, that she might use that time to discover how we might shift, and so I would return to a world where I could finally take my place among the wolf shifters.”
“So Layla founded our whole pack,” Nash murmurs, as if he can hardly believ
