Lynn’s POV

Someone — Evelna, probably — had put out a tray of hot cocoa on the third floor coffee corner without being asked. Six mugs. Marshmallows. A plate of shortbread that Baron had already raided twice.

School was called off pack-wide. I'd brought the twins up here to get away from the noise, and then Erikson and Willie had followed and planted themselves at the hallway entrance like they were on a security detail. Which they were.

Baron spotted three boys his ...