An hour or so before dinner, Nuria excuses herself to the bathroom, and when she comes back, she grabs my hoodie from the hook by the door. She wore it to the gym earlier. I don’t think it’s registering with her that she’s kind of claimed it, and I’m not bringing it up.

“Where are you going?” I shove the balance disc we’d been working with back in the corner.

“The lodge. It’s time to help Noreen get dinner together.”

“You don’t do that anymore.”

She rolls her eyes and puts her hand on the doorknob.

My wolf growls.

“Stop that,” she snaps.

My wolf immediately offers a conciliatory whine....