Tinker stirred uncomfortably at the thought of someone so depraved as to step out of the natural order of pack law. Her head came up as she remembered a night conversation between her mother and father.<br/><br/>“It was Reuben’s sister.” Her father was saying. “ She was a full shifter and I loved her. I believe that everything happens for a reason and perhaps that tragic event is what led me to  you. I would have lost my mind through grief had it not been for you.”<br/><br/>That was all that Tinker remembered and even that was hazy as if from a dream. She lifted her head and stared straight into Warren’s cat eyes.<br/><br/>“Is Poppa’s name, Reuben, by any chance?”