The meeting hall looked like a battlefield, except instead of broken weapons and wounded warriors, there were shredded snack wrappers, discarded blankets, and one very pale Beta face-down on the floor.

Logan groaned from his position against the wall, fanning himself weakly. “No one told me childbirth was… like that. I swear I saw the Moon Goddess herself calling me home.”

“You fainted twice,” Liz said from the bed of blankets where she rested, their newborn son swaddled safely in ...