“We have so much catching up to do, Uncle Casius.”
Ash leaned forward from the back seat, elbows braced on his knees, restless energy radiating off him like static that couldn’t quite discharge. His white wolf stirred just beneath the surface—curious, alert, bright with the hunger for answers.
“Tell me everything about Aunt Alina,” he went on, barely stopping for breath. “You remember I’m a White Wolf too—like she is. What amazing things has she done? What kind of leader is she?”
Casius kept his eyes on the road, the dark ribbon of highway stretching endlessly ahead. He didn’t answer right away.
Raven, riding shotgun, shot a brief glance at Casius, amusement flickering in his eyes. He knew that look—Ash in full inquiry mode, once he got started, was nearly impossible to slow.
Ash didn
