“He chuckled. “Some parents give their kids the ‘birds and the bees’ talk. Our dad gave us ‘you’re going to turn into a hairy wolf beast’ talk,” he shrugged his shoulders.-Caeden”

“He shrugged his shoulders, like he had no idea what I was talking about. I loved that.”

“I want in,” the boy said.“In on what?”“You’re the Hunter. You’re hunting the slavers. I want in.”“And how would you know that?” If someone had opened their mouth, he would be really put out.Jack gave a one-shouldered shrug.“We overhead you and Declan talking.”“Declan’s study is soundproof.”“Not to reanimated mice,” Jack said.”

“He balled up my discardedsweatshirt and put it against his shoulder.“Go on,” he said. “I don’t bite.”“And from what I hear, that’s a good thing.”He gave a rumbling chuckle. “Yeah, it is.”I leaned against his shoulder.”

“I found Caeden lying on my bed with both the dogs. He was talking to them and petting Archie behind his ears. It was like our own little family.”

“I asked my dad once if his high school teachers began treating kids differently during Vietnam, when they knew some of their students would be drafted and sent to war. I was curious because for sure we’d started treating our military kids differently after 9/11. He just shrugged and changed the subject, like he always did. And that was okay with me. He’d go back and change a lot of things if he could; and like everyone else, I’d give anything to go back to the day before 9/11—but all we can do is move forward.”