The Lost Heir
"I intend to correct that."
"As the mother of what comes next," he said. "A united pack needs a luna whose blood remembers what that means." He leaned forward slightly, his pale eyes intent. "Ivy is remarkable. A resource I have not encountered in my lifetime — raw power drawn from both worlds, the old magic made flesh. What she represents is the beginning of something the world has not seen since the night I made my five." He paused. "But a beginning requires continuation. The next generation, bred with intention from the right lines — wolf and human both, the oldest bloods carefully paired — that is where this becomes permanent. That is where this becomes a dynasty."
"Human?" Celeste said.