Alpha's Detective Luna
"Mom! Watch this!"
I turned to the training circle just as a blur of golden light and shadow streaked across the grass. Valerian, now twelve and growing into his father’s broad-shouldered frame, lunged at his sparring partner. Unlike the other kids, Valerian’s shift was seamless, a terrifyingly beautiful blend of Fae agility and wolf power. He vaulted off a stone pillar, mid-air, and landed with the grace of a predator, his eyes glowing with a sharp, intelligent gold.
He looked so much like Evan it made my breath hitch, but his temperament was all mine. Calculating, fierce, and extremely protective.