“Recovers?”

She glanced at her now arguing offspring and leaned down to whisper in Ricky’s ear, “Recovers from finding out his daughter has fallen for a wolf. Something I’m sure he’ll blame Irene for. She’s a bad influence, don’t you know? At least that’s what my mother always said.”

When she pulled back a bit, Ricky softly asked, “You sure about that? The falling, I mean. Because I can’t really tell.”

“Because you’re male and all of you are hopelessly stupid.” She smiled at him and went back to the stove.

By the time Ricky dug into his waffles, Toni and her siblings had stopped arguing but were now staring at him.

“What?” he asked around a mouthful of his food.

“Are you really going to eat all that?” Coop asked.

He shrugged. “I’m hungry.”

In the backyard, while the rest of her family was still in the kitchen, watching Ricky Lee dig into his third helping of waffles and bacon, Toni faced her best friend.

“What did you say to me?” Toni demanded.

“The wolf . . . he’s in love with you.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“He’s not in love with me.”

“You’re stupid. You’re a stupid head.”

Toni pinched her lips together. It made her frown and look fierce when what she was really doing was trying not to laugh.

“You might as well just face it. The wolf’s locked on target. And I think that target’s your big ass.”

“My ass isn’t as big as yours.”

“I’m compact and powerful. You, however, are a jackal and should look more like Oriana. But if she had that ass, she wouldn’t be anyone’s prima anything.”

“Such a bitch.”

“And very good at it.”

“I’m about to do something, Livy, that you’re going to hate me for.”

Livy studied her a moment, black eyes narrowing. Then, the honey badger begged, “Please don’t.”

“I have to.”

“No. You don’t have to. We can just let this go.”

“We’re not letting anything go. I’m not letting anything go. Not now. Not ever.”

Disgusted, Livy snarled, “Then just get it over with.”

So Toni did—by hugging her best friend.

“Thank you so much for taking care of those little bastards that I love.”

“You know I didn’t mind.”

“I know.” She hugged Livy tighter. “But it means the world to me.”

“Whatever.”

“You know . . . you don’t have to feel ashamed if you’re into me. Apparently a lot of people are right now.”

Hissing, Livy shoved a laughing Toniaway.

“You’re such a freak,” she accused. “And I told you I’d protect them.”

“I know.”

“I mean, I may be a cold, heartless bitch, but once I make a promise, I keep it.”

“Awww. Can I hug you again?”

“No.”

Toni laughed until she saw her father walking toward her, the dog her mother had brought in for her own selfish reasons right by his side. She kind of liked that her father had his own companion while he was in New York. Although he had lots of friends in their home state, he didn’t have any out here and didn’t feel the need to make any. So the dog, and probably Coop, gave him some relief from keeping the kids from killing each other.

“Hi, Dad.” Toni smiled at her father but he didn’t respond, simply wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close.

“Uh . . . Dad?”

“My poor, poor baby. I blame Irene for this!”

Toni looked over at Livy, but her friend was about to get into a fight with a rude squirrel who kept mocking her from a high branch.

“You blame Irene for what?”

“For this . . . this . . . this nightmare.”

Oh, boy. “Dad—”

“You know he’s not like the Van Holtzes, don’t you?” Her father pushed her away so he could look directly into her face, but he continued to grip her shoulders. “He’s not a chef or cultured in anything that doesn’t involve a banjo.”

“Dad!”

“I’m just letting you know what you’re in for. Because I think you’re under the misconception that wolves are better than they are. But they’re not.”

“Dad, you’re taking this too seriously.”

“It’s all my fault,” he went on. “I should have stopped this from the beginning. But I thought he’d be able to distract you from that ridiculous full-human you were still mourning. I didn’t know you’d get serious about him!”

“Dad, I wasn’t still mourning anyone.”

“But you’ve been so down the last few months.”

She shrugged and admitted, “I was starting to think that my entire life was going to be taking care of my siblings. I love them all, but spending every day ensuring there’s enough money for facial reconstruction for Kyle after he pisses someone off is not my idea of a satisfactory life goal.”

“I’d never allow that. Don’t get me wrong. I can’t imagine running this family without your help, but I had no intention of letting you become anyone’s permanent nanny. You deserve, more than anyone, to have your own life and your own family.” He paused a moment, then added, “A family made up of un-spoilt jackal children.”