Cage let Damien shift back, and then we all left the trees. Uncle Ron went back to the clinic, wanting to put down some notes about what he observed and call Theodore. Damien and Lily went back to their room to talk before all the kids came home from school.
I walked hand in hand with Azalea back to packhouse, letting Damien and Lily have a lead on us. Now that Damien was handled for the moment and we were working toward fixing the problem, other things needed my attention.
“What did you say to him?” Azalea asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Cage can feel himself slipping,” I told her.
“What do you mean?” she asked. I forget sometimes she doesn’t know as much about having a wolf since she neglected to pay attention during those lessons in school and doesn’t have one now.
“When
