Lynn's POV

Grayson told me two nights before.

"I'm taking Baron on a solo hunt," he said, like he was mentioning the weather. "Just the two of us. Into the north woods."

I set down my book. "He's eight."

"Alpha heirs start at eight. Some start earlier."

"He's my eight-year-old."

Grayson looked at me steadily. That look he had when he'd already made the decision but was willing to hear me out. "I'll be with him the whole time. He won't know it — I'll give ...