Sarah POV
I found Zane walking towards his daughters in the play area, and, grateful for the warning, I joined him to walk into what was quickly becoming a scene.
The foam tower had been knocked down, and Chloe was standing protectively between Grace and three older children. One of them, a boy around eleven or twelve years old, was staring scornfully at Chloe, who had her fists on her hips.
“You take that back!” Chloe demanded.
“It’s the truth, so I won’t,” the boy said.
“What’s the truth?” I asked, stepping into the little crowd. “Something nasty about humans, I’m guessing?”
The boy looked surprised by my directness, but then he got his sneer back on. “You’re the nasty one, a human chasing after our alpha.”
“Your alpha?” Zane asked, his tone dry.
“You belong to the pack, and she
