The call from Ash's school came during a territorial governance meeting.
"Ms. Silverpaw, we need you to come pick up your son. There's been an... incident."
My stomach dropped. "Is he hurt?"
"No. But we need to discuss his behavior. Immediately."
I excused myself from the meeting, grabbed Maya, and drove to the private school the boys attended—a carefully selected institution that catered to high-profile pack families and supposedly understood supernatural children.
The principal, Mrs. Davidson, looked deeply uncomfortable when we arrived.
"Thank you for coming so quickly. Ash is in my office. He's fine physically, but—" She hesitated. "Perhaps it's better if you see for yourself."
Ash sat in a chair that was too big for him, looking defiant and scared in equal measure. Ryder sat be
