Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.

He inwardly scoffed at the assumption. Sunhawk was the boy’s name, he definitely hadn’t heard of him. It seemed as if his superior—Umbra—must’ve though, since he knew her by name. Tahoe’s stance eased, but he remained on guard. The wolf seemed unpredictable; plus the blatant disregard for the pack’s borders had already vexed him.

No. Name’s Tahoe. He answered. How d’you know Umbra?