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against Dana's neck. Seeing a flash of red metal poking from beneath the backpack's flap, he fingered one of the straps. "Is that for me?"
    Trying to keep his voice neutral, Dana looked at the little boy from the side of one eye, his brow lifted in a question mark. "Are there any other cubs here?"
    Oscar shook his head, a shy but excited smile lighting his face. He tried to squash the smile and match Dana's serious expression. He pointed at his chest for emphasis. "Just me."
    "Well then," Dana put the boy down on a patch of grass and sank to his knees. Hiding the bag to one side and peeking beneath the flap, he teased until the Oscar started hopping around on one foot. "Okay, okay. Settle down, cub."
    Dana reached inside and pulled out a die-cast fire truck. Squealing, Oscar jumped up and down on both feet, his hands clapping together. Putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, Dana got him to stand still long enough to put the truck in his hands.
    Angelica chose that moment to open the screen door. "You've got ten minutes to play before you take your bath and get suited up for the baby shower."
    Oscar toed a fat pebble, his mouth collapsing into a frown. "Do I have to?"
    Angelica nodded, an indulgent smile hiding behind her raised hand. "You like Miss Leah, don't you?"
    Oscar gave a grudging nod, his small mouth corkscrewing in indecision.
    "And you want to play with her baby when he's born, don't you?"
    Another nod, more confident than the first. His gaze narrowed, one finger pointing at the ground and bobbing up and down as he asked, "Ten whole minutes starting right now?"
    "Not a second less," Angelica laughed, returning to the kitchen and setting the timer for fifteen.
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    From Coop's, Dana drove to what he internally referred to as Latent Central. Without Esme sheltering the women their first few days and more streaming in, Coop had ordered an old dormitory refurbished. The latents occupied the second floor, with a few guards on the second and a rotating house mother.
    Knowing most of the guards would want to attend the baby shower, he stopped by to see if he could relieve anyone. Not a bad plan, he thought, right until he opened the office door and saw Camille scowling over an old map.
    Poking his head back into the hallway, he frowned. "Are all the guards gone?"
    Camille gave a little sniff, her mouth puckering like she was balancing a lemon slice on her tongue. "I think Ash is in one of the supply closets."
    Dana angled his head, his ear twitching as he tried to locate Ash. Hearing a few soft, feminine moans coupled with masculine grunts, a smirk pushed one side of his mouth up. "At least someone's getting a little."
    The cocky grin evaporated a second later when he struck him that it was his mate's mother he was talking to. Glancing at her, he added a second imaginary slice of lemon inside her mouth. Her whole face puckered with distaste. As far as anyone in the clan knew, Camille had engaged in coitus once. The human or wolf, unknown.
    There could be a heartbreaking love story hiding beneath the old witch's bitter shell, but no one knew it, not even her only child. Dana shook his head, trying to dislodge the anger slowly building up inside him.
    Looking up, Camille read his hard stare in a heartbeat. "You blame me, don't you?"
    Dana bit at his lip, his mind slowly turning over the two decades he had lived with the clan. At six, he'd been found on a North Carolina beach, begging for scraps in his wolf form, the other children happy to throw the "puppy" scraps of their burgers and hot dogs until their parents caught them. Beer bottles and rocks would follow that discovery.
    He had only the vaguest memory of the beach and no idea how he got there. Whenever he tried to push beyond to even older memories, his internal eye fixed on the ocean with its bands of blue and green and his first night in Camille's home. As a matter of survival, he'd been in his wolf form for so long, he couldn't remember his way