“In a way.” My fists balled up. “I believe she’s Muriel Vale’s daughter. She’s a white wolf with a unicorn horn.”

From narrow slits, my father’s eyes then widened. His brows rose into his forehead under loose frocks of hair before his nose wrinkled up in a look of snide amusement. “Is that so?”

I nodded.

“You’re telling me that not only do we now have Muriel Vale in our grasp, but we have her daughter—a shifter possessing another unicorn horn—right on our ...