Irene's POV
Ken had only been in the Pack for three days, but my children had already adopted him like a stray puppy.
I watched from the kitchen doorway as Carl and Karin circled him in the garden, their eyes wide with wonder.
Ken sat cross-legged on the grass, looking relaxed. The fierce guardian who had knelt before me and called me "queen" now looked like a patient uncle entertaining his nieces and nephews.
"Tell us another one!" Karin bounced on her heels, her silver-streaked hair catching the afternoon light. "About the forest!"
"Yeah!" Carl chimed in, grabbing Ken's sleeve with eager hands. "The one with the wolves who could talk to the moon!"
Ken chuckled. "You've heard that one three times already, little ones."
"So? It's good. Really good."
I couldn't help but smile. My c
