Lucas's Point of View

The little park where Aiden ran between the trees was covered in golden streaks as the sun hung languidly in the afternoon sky. The scent of warm earth, newly cut grass, and the lingering sweetness of an ice cream truck passing by filled the air. Lucas watched the youngster from a bench, his face unreadable. Pretending to give Lily a respite, he had brought Aiden out, but in reality, he was eager to see something.

And now he saw it as Aiden moved.

The boy was moving too quickly. Not for any werewolf, but not just for a kid his age. The sound of his tiny...