As soon as we got back to Quinn's, Brigitte, Conor and I took our vehicle and headed to wolf central. Rene and Sasha both came out to greet us.

"We didn't expect to see you so late in the day," Sasha said. "What's the big rush?"

"I think Quinn found the son you gave up for adoption," I said.

Sasha gasped and clasped a hand over her heart. "How sure are you?"

"Fairly sure. He was given up for adoption twenty-seven years ago, in Portland, and has never found his birth parents. His adoption was handled by the Tender Mercies Adoption Agency, and he was born on May 25. His...