Jacob came home from the hospital quiet.

He didn't sit by the front window at six o'clock anymore. He didn't ask when Daddy would be back. He ate his cereal and lined up his dinosaurs and said "okay" to everything.

On the third day, I found the photo.

It was face-down in his sock drawer. Dylan and Jacob at the lake last summer, both of them grinning, fish held up between them.

"Baby?" I held it up. "Why is this in here?"

Jacob didn't turn around from his blocks. "I don't want to look at it."

"Daddy loves you. He's just been really busy lately. Busy doesn't mean he doesn't love you."

"He wasn't busy." Jacob stacked another block. "He was with Aunt Anna. I heard the nurse say you came alone."

I opened my mouth. Nothing honest came out, so I closed it.

"Mommy, you don't have to pretend," he said. "I'm not a baby."

He was five. He was absolutely a baby.

I put the photo back on his dresser anyway. Face-up.

That afternoon, I was folding laundry in the sunroom when I heard Anna's voice in the hallway. She was on the phone, laughing.

"Oh, please. Quinn? She's furniture. Pretty furniture, but still." A pause. "Give it a few months. Dylan's done with her. He'll toss her and the kid out, and then guess who gets to be Luna?"

Small feet pounded across the floor.

"You're a *bad woman*!"

I dropped the towel and ran.

Jacob stood in the hallway in his socks, fists balled at his sides, face red to the ears. Anna stared down at him with her phone still pressed to her cheek.

"You're not gonna be Luna!" he shouted. "My mommy is the Luna! You're mean and you're a liar and you smell like Daddy's shirt!"

Anna's face crumpled so fast it was almost impressive.

"What is going on out here?"

Dylan came down the stairs two at a time. Anna turned to him, one hand fluttering to her chest.

"I was just talking to a friend, and he—he screamed at me, Dylan. He called me bad."

Dylan looked at his son. Not at me. Not at Anna. At Jacob.

"Did you yell at your aunt?"

"She said you're gonna throw us away!"

"That's enough." His voice dropped into the tone he used on misbehaving warriors. "You do not speak to an adult like that. Ever. Apologize to Anna. Right now."

Jacob's chin wobbled. He looked at me.

I stepped between them.

"No," I said.

Dylan's eyes snapped to mine. "Excuse me?"

"He's not apologizing. He heard what she said. So did I."

"Quinn, don't start—"

"She told someone on the phone that you'd throw out your wife and son so she could be Luna." I kept my voice flat. "Ask her. Go ahead. Ask her what she said."

Anna sniffled. "I would *never*—"

Dylan didn't ask. He didn't even blink.

"You're teaching him to hate his own family," he said.

I laughed. I didn't mean to. It just came out of me, short and dry, like a cough.

Then I picked Jacob up, grabbed my keys off the hook, and walked out the front door.

"Where are you going?" Dylan called.

I didn't answer him either.

The Woodland Fair was an hour north, tucked against the edge of the border forest. Twinkle lights, kettle corn, a carousel with hand-painted wolves instead of horses.

Jacob picked the gray wolf with the chipped ear.

"He looks like Mr. Biscuit," he said, climbing on.

We rode it three times. On the third ride, he laughed. A real one. The first I'd heard in a week.

We were walking back toward the parking lot, his sticky hand in mine, when I caught the smell.

Wet fur. Old blood. Rogue.

"Jacob," I said quietly. "Stay close to—"

Something slammed into the back of my head.

I woke up in the dirt with rope cutting into my wrists.

Pine trees. Gray sky. No twinkle lights. The border fence sagged a few yards away, rusted and broken.

Jacob was tied to a stump across the clearing. His cheeks were wet. He wasn't making a sound.

"There she is."

A man crouched in front of me. Thick beard. A burn scar across his jaw. Five others stood behind him, half-shifted, eyes glowing yellow.

"The Silver Moon Luna," he said. "And the little Alpha heir. Dylan's going to love this."

"What do you want?" My mouth tasted like copper. "Money? Territory? I can get you—"

"You can't get me my brother back." He smiled. "Your mate put him in the ground last winter. So I'm going to put you and the boy in the ground right here. Then I'll send Dylan the pieces."

"He's a *child*."

"He's a future Alpha. Same thing."

He stood and nodded at one of his men.

The rogue started toward Jacob, claws sliding out.

Something inside me snapped like a dry branch.

My wolf tore up through my skin before I even called her. The rope burst. Bones cracked and stretched. I hit the ground on four paws and launched myself across the clearing, landing in front of Jacob with my teeth bared.

"Mommy!" Jacob screamed.

The rogue swiped at me. I ducked and sank my teeth into his forearm until he howled. Another one hit me from the side. Claws raked my shoulder, deep and hot. I yelped, stumbled, and planted my feet again.

I didn't move from in front of my son.

"Stubborn bitch," the bearded one snarled. He shifted, a huge brown wolf, and circled toward Jacob's left side, where I couldn't block.

He crouched to spring.

The trees exploded.

A black wolf the size of a small car burst from the shadows and hit the brown one mid-leap. They rolled across the dirt in a blur of teeth. Then the black wolf was up and the brown one wasn't.

He took down two more before they could turn around. The last two ran.

The black wolf stood in the center of the clearing, breathing hard, silver eyes fixed on me.

Then he shifted.

Tall. Dark hair. Sharp jaw. A face I'd only ever seen across council tables, never smiling.

Alpha Karl. Blackwood Pack.

"Luna Quinn," he said. "You're bleeding."

I shifted back, shaking, and realized I was naked in the dirt in front of a rival Alpha.

He was already pulling his jacket off. He pulled on a pair of track pants from a pack strapped to a tree, then knelt and wrapped the jacket around my shoulders without once letting his eyes drop below my face.

"Hold still."

"I'm fine."

"You have four claw marks to the bone." He tore a strip off his own shirt and pressed it to my shoulder. I hissed. His jaw tightened. "Sorry. Almost done."

His hands were steady. Careful. Nobody had touched me carefully in a long time.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"These rogues have been crossing into my land for a month. I've been hunting them." He tied off the bandage. "I didn't expect to find a Luna fighting six of them alone."

"I had to."

"I know." He looked at me a moment longer than he needed to. "I watched you do it."

Then he stood, cut Jacob loose, and lifted him into his arms like he weighed nothing.

Jacob grabbed his neck and held on tight. He didn't cry. He stared at Karl's face, very serious.

"You're really big," he said.

"I eat my vegetables."

Jacob thought about that. Then he said, "Sir? Can you be my new daddy?"

My whole face went hot. "Jacob!"

"My daddy doesn't like me and Mommy anymore," Jacob said, ignoring me completely. "And you saved us. So you should do it."

I wanted the ground to swallow me.

But Karl didn't laugh. He didn't brush it off. He shifted Jacob to his hip and looked straight at me over my son's head.

"If your mom says yes," he said slowly, "I'd like that very much."

I couldn't breathe.

Then a sharp pressure split my skull. A voice I knew better than my own crashed into my mind.

*Quinn.* Dylan. Furious. *Why the hell did you take my son onto another Alpha's territory?*