Meredith hadn’t expected the visitor she received—or for Falcon to be the one bringing him. Still, she welcomed them into the outer part of her home, the section that bore no dramatic evidence of her witchcraft.

Her curious gaze swept over the young man, over a century old, and alive by the grace of her magic. It made her quietly proud. Proud of herself. Proud of her ancestors.

“Alpha Kyle. Elder Falcon,” she greeted, her voice just a touch warmer than it had been during Falcon’s last visit.

She kept her irritation masked beneath a polite smile—Falcon had shown up with his son unannounced, and that alone deserved a glare....