"Voss," she called, halfway across the grass. "Are they okay? Is it true they trapped Tommy in the toy box?"
The wolf's ears pricked. "They're fine," he said, low, calm, measured as always. "And yes. They locked him in on purpose."
Felicity's jaw clenched. "They're children. You're making Luna run laps until she breaks down. She's obviously upset."
"Discipline isn't cruelty. They need to learn…"
"They need to be loved," Felicity shot back, jabbing a finger into the wall of muscle that was his chest. He smelled of cedar and rain-wet fur, that grounding warmth she leaned toward even when she was busy being furious. "Not drilled into
