I hadn't consciously made the decision to wander downstairs into Sasha's room, the church's nursery, or pick up her warm, sleeping form, but I didn't stop myself from gravitating toward her. Kissing her right between the ears, my favorite spot, helped clear my head a little. She and I... We were so similar. Our real parents were both dead, but the shifters in her pack were intensely protective of us both.

"You're my family, Sasha," I whispered between kisses. "You and Grady and ...