Lily's point of view

Just finishing off the dishes, I heard someone knock on the door. I watched Aiden, splayed out on the couch reading a picture book. His small fingers sketched the designs while his mouth moved in wordless narrative.

This time the knock had greater force I scowled, cleaned my hands with a dishtowel, and went to the door. After all that had been going on lately—with Marcus, Lucas, and the pack—I wasn't in the mood for surprises and unexpected visitors weren't common.

When I opened the door, an elderly woman was standing on the other side. Her stance was upright and her silver-streaked hair was tightly pinned...