Lynn's POV

I made it to the bathroom before I was sick.

Barely.

I crouched on the tile floor afterward and pressed my forehead against the cool side of the cabinet and tried to decide if that was it or if there was more coming.

Istha was spinning.

Not anxious spinning — delighted. The specific, barely-containable energy of a wolf who has information and cannot wait another second to share it.

'Pup,' she said. 'We have a pup.'

I lifted my ...