"Out of the way!" Kaelen roared, shoving past the panicked Tiger.
The Wolf King didn't waste time with questions.
He threw the door open and unleashed a howl that echoed through the entire valley, a specific, undulating call that summoned the Pack Mothers.
Within minutes, Mara burst through the door, carrying a basket of clean linens and sterilized shears.
Behind her came Sera, moving with swift grace, holding jars of soothing balms. Bringing up the rear was Elder Vesta, the oldest female of the Wolf Pack, hobbling on her cane but moving with determination.
"Clear the room!" Elder Vesta barked, pointing her cane at the powerful Kings. "Out! All of you who are not needed!"
"But I bought the crib!" Torian protested.
"Out!" Vesta snapped. "Take the Fox with you. He smells of perfume; it will irritate the child."
