The sound of children's laughter rippled on the warm summer breeze. Donovan rested his hand on the balcony and stared down at the lawn. There was a time when he could not have stood at this pace without fear filling him. But now the old memories had no power over him. Now he had love to chase away the fear. Far below, his daughter and two of his sons sat in a semicircle Lady Helena sat on a stone that had tumbled from the ancient wall, reading stories of bold Alpha and beautiful luna, His oldest child, Hudson, stood beside Helena, holding a white lace sword behind her dark-haired Alpha...