"You've already gotten into enough trouble for today, Lumen Grey. Don't push it," I warned.

"You forggetied Wolfie. Loowmen Wolfie Grey."

"Lumen Wolfie Grey," I corrected, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. He'd taken the Christmas present from the pack, an official letter of acceptance as one of our own, to heart, and had insisted he was a wolfie boy ever since. " Just because it's your birthday, it doesn't mean I won't put you to bed right now. No party. No presents. No brother."

"No Burr?" he gasped, horrified. "Daddy, I gotty keepy my bruda. I wan him."

"Then be good," I shot back. "Go outside to mommy...