Eve looked at her.
At the woman who had named the smallest puppy Malachai and had opinions about everything and had been one of the first pack members to look at Eve without suspicion.
"Yes," Eve said. "It's true."
Brynn stared at her.
Then she turned to the older woman by the window.
"Petra," she said. "I told you."
Petra unfolded her arms.
She was a tall woman. Quiet in the way of someone who had been around long enough to know that most things didn't require a reaction.
She looked at Eve for a long moment.
"Your mother was a good woman," Petra said quietly. "I met her once. Years ago. Before everything." She paused. "She had a laugh you could hear from the other end of a building."
Eve felt her throat tighten.
"I've heard that," she said.
Petra nodded.
"Then you know what you're carrying," she said.
She picked up her mug and walked out of the kitchen.
That was apparently that.
Damon made food.
