As our kids reached their sixth year, their wolf forms were meant to stay quiet within their human skins until their formal coming-of-age ceremony.
But with the high-density union of Diego’s Alpha blood and my scarlet DNA, nature was refusing to follow the standard timetable.
The first sign didn't come in a flash or a sudden shift. It came during the formal reception for the Lord of the Eastern Guild.
Lord Gregory, a human merchant, was standing before the dais, holding out a long parchment roll.
"And so, Sovereign Alpha," he said, taking a step closer to the dais to hand the scroll to Miguel, "the Eastern Guild requests a minor reduction in the mountain toll—"
A low growling sound cut him off mid-sentence.
"What...what was that?" His face paled.
It wasn't coming from Diego.
Sitti
