“Come on, Papa!” Ian shouts, grabbing his father’s hand and tugging him out towards the forest. “Ian,” Victor scolds, digging in his feet and refusing to be pulled forward without a plan. “Come on, you know better than this. A good soldier isn’t going into those woods without a plan.”Ian frowns at

“Oh my god,” I moan, letting my head fall back against the wooden chair as I slowly chew the last bite of the muffin that I’ve crammed into my mouth. “It is so delicious. I can’t stand it.”“Yeah!” I hear Alvin agree, even though my eyes are pressed shut. “Way better than a stinking granola bar.”I

Victor raises his snout to scent the air, relishing the strength he feels in this form.He and Ian have been running through the woods for what feels like hours, doing nothing but searching for the scents which they know they have to follow. They haven’t found them yet, but neither of them is frustr

He brings her mouth to his, then, kissing her soundly with an intensity that makes clear everything he learned about himself out in the woods today. No doubts at all. Not a single one. Ian looks up at his parents kissing for a moment and then grimaces. “Ewww,” he murmurs, catching Alvin’s eye. “Y

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging and then mimicking the twin’s little pinging gestures in the air. “The magic brought it.”“Amazing,” he says, shaking his head. “Eat!” I say, giving him a little nudge. “You’ve got to be starving.”“Is it,” he asks, glancing at me. “Is it safe?”I shrug again. “Who