Frost was already moving. He picked up a stuffed rabbit and set it on the shelf with the careful precision of someone who understood that arguing was not an option. Luna stood frozen for a moment, then her ears dropped, and she grabbed a towel from the bathroom.
Voss turned to Tommy and extended a hand.
Tommy took it. The wolf pulled him up, steady and easy, and Tommy wobbled on his feet, water still streaming from his clothes.
"You good?" Voss asked.
"Never better, indoor swimming. Five stars. Would drown again."
Voss's mouth twitched. Just barely. "Go dry off, I'll handle the cubs."
Tommy nodded and started for the door, leaving wet footprints across the floor that Luna was already scrubbing at with fierce, tearful determination. He paused at the threshold and looked back.
