Picking up Kent’s shirt, I toss it to him. He gets dressed in seconds and I smooth the wrinkles from it. He gives me such a tender look before he turns toward the door. “Enter.”

Lucas Bateson pulls the door open and enters Kent’s private study. His alert eyes take in all three of us clustered so closely together, and not working. I wonder if he suspects.

“The Queen Mother, our former Luna, has returned from her visit to the Omega Lake Pack,” Lucas says. ...