Lynn's POV

"Alpha Warren has invited us to dinner tonight," Grandmother announces at breakfast. "At the pack house. He wants to formally welcome you and the children to Ice Moon."

My coffee stops halfway to my mouth. "That's not necessary."

"It is, actually." She sets down a plate of eggs. "You're under Ice Moon protection now. That makes this official. Warren needs the pack to see you, accept you. It's how these things work."

Baron looks up from his pancakes. "Is ...