Because that is when Luca and Aaron, my quiet ones, decided to lean back in their chair, tilt their little head toward the ceiling, and unleash a howl.
Not a baby cry. Not a whine. A real, bone-deep wolf howl that rattled the damn windows. For half a second his eyes flashed gold, and tiny claws popped from his chubby little hands, shredding his blanket in two like it was paper.
Lyra gasped, clutching my arm like she needed me to keep her from fainting. “Damon. They are showing signs already.”
I grinned like a lunatic because to me this was the best news of the entire day. “Perfect. Perfect little wolves. That is my bloodline. That is exactly what I want to see.”
“Perfect?” she shrieked. “He just destroyed a blanket. Damon, he is not even walking properly yet and you are thrilled he ha
