Donovan frowned as he watched one of the wolf's ten-year-old twins dash across the yard toward the ladies. Her blond curls bounced on her shoulders. Her white gown fluttered behind her. Her shrill young voice sliced the air with cries for her mother. He didn't know if the child was Jayne or Olivia since they looked alike, but he did know she was terrified.

Audrey bent to meet her young daughter, the curiosity on her lovely face dissolving into a look of sheer terror. A moment later she was running toward the far entrance of the

house, with Samantha and the other women on her heels.

"I wonder what that...