A week ago, a hand reached out for her would have sent her flying backwards to keep as much distance between it and her as was physically possible. Now, at least, she only recoiled as much as she could without leaping up and running across the room. Owen paused; so did Blue. But her eyes never left him--which wasn't unusual, in a sense.

Ever since he'd become their Alpha, Blue's gaze had always held acceptance, and most of the time, at least a modicum of warmth whenever it turned Owen's way. But now it held wariness, hesitance, and reflected everything it saw, remaining chill, aloof. Mirrored.

Then her brow furrowed, Blue realizing what he'd said. "...your dad?" Owen had almost never mentioned any other family. But the description of the place didn't sound...bad, when she considered it. "Does...does he know? ...about us, I mean?"