Chapter 16
No wonder Harmony and Rosie had felt like pack from the instant I met them. My hand trembled as I set down the butter knife I’d been using to test the doneness of the cake a moment earlier...a cake that suddenly appeared far less appealing than it had before my hostess dropped her verbal bomb.
“Kak, kak, kak!” Rosie chanted from her mother’s arms. But the kid was bound to be disappointed, because no one was going to be eating cake anytime soon.
“Don’t you move,” Harmony told me, pointer finger extended and tone as adamant as that of any alpha werewolf. Then the human disappeared down the hallway, her voice softening as she soothed Rosie’s fractious complaints before tucking the child into her crib to sleep.
For my part, the day’s exhaustion fell back onto my shoulders like a
