Dane POV

Dane moved the sacred drum from Tulaska’s hearth rug so he could sit by the fire. Otherwise, he’d have no place to sit at all. Tulaska Volkov had never been known for her neat housekeeping. He wondered how a wolf could shift and run around in such a cluttered room.

Tulaska bustled around, getting two small cups of steaming herbal tea. She wore a swirling cloak patterned with the moon and stars. She walked with grace considering her many decades of life, ...