SERAE***"Sit still for one minute," I snapped at Ezra, the heir as the messenger finished reading the reply from Black Moon Pack. "This is important."Ezra did not sit still. He was eight. He had a wooden wolf in one hand and a smooth river stone in the other, and he was making them fight on the table."Is the baby real?" he asked without looking up. "The one that makes light?""Yes," I said, fighting to keep my voice level. "Her name is Lyssa. She is only six months old."Ezra knocked the wooden wolf over with the stone. "Does she cry normal or does she make the music sound they talked about?""She makes both, from what we were told."He giggled, and it was obvious that he was missing a tooth. "I want to hear it. Can we go tomorrow?"Ezra had already slid off the chair and was crawling under the table to retrieve a dropped bead from his pocket collection, utterly deaf to the other wolf's irritation.I crouched so we were eye level, forcing calm into my voice even as frustration ros
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