Timber picked up a slider and pointed it at Sage over his shoulder. Some coleslaw fell out onto his shirt, and he scooped it into his mouth, then said, “Y’all’re related and all, but that’s fucked up.”
Sage didn’t say anything, emotions swirling through her that she was tellingfoxensecrets. She took a drink of her soda, giving herself a moment to think.Iffoxenandwolvenreally were to unite, all of it would come to light anyway.
She took a deep breath. “Rhogun thinks my nana—Abigail White—is a PrimaryFoxen.” She watched their faces and they clearly didn’t know what it meant. “Meaning her father is Khain.” Sage dropped her eyes. She hated admitting Khain was in her lineage; it was the most shameful aspect of herself, one she never liked to think of.
Canyon put his food into the center console. He wiped his mouth, then leaned over the seat, and kissed her square on the lips.
“Ditto,” Timber said. “Without the kiss. We knowfoxencame from Khain, but they came from wolven, too.”
Canyon sat back in his seat, nodding. “You’re as muchwolvenas you are Khain, and that’s hot.”
Sage shook her head, a smile on her face. She looked out the window. She looked at the robot, and then at Timber, and then at Canyon. She could tell by their faces that they meant what they said, and that made her feel wonderful.
“If Abigail’s father is Khain, who was her mother?” Timber asked.
“Serenity Saint Clair,” Sage said automatically.
Canyon and Timber looked at each other again.
Sage took a deep breath, wrestling her emotions under control. Serenity Saint Clair was a touchy subject in her family, and with allfoxen. “You don’t know who she is because thevoderased her from history 300 years ago, but you see evidence all around you and don’t even know it.”
Timber cocked his head, his dark brown hair falling over his eyes. “You mean the name of the town?”
Sage nodded. “And the guardian statues. They appeared the day she was killed.”
“Killed!”
“By her own pack.”
“She waswolven?”
Sage nodded. “WolvenCitlali—A PrimaryFoxenis always the product of Khain…” Sage shuddered, losing her place for a moment, then steeled herself. “…always the product of Khain raping a femalewolvenCitlali.”
Canyon and Timber both winced.
“There’s almost always two young, Sage said, “and they were always two males, until… until Abigail White—if Rhogun’s right. One served the demon for 150 years while the other came to the Ula to populate it withfoxen, and then they switched.”
Sage looked at the plant label again and read the prophecy.“A starred female, celestially joined, is born with the will to evade the demon. The Tether weakens.”
“Heavy,” Timber said.
Sage agreed it was an awful thing to have to talk about. She finished her Big Bad Burger in silence, and the males focused on their food. Finished, Sage wiped her hands, knowingit was time. She took a deep breath and met Canyon’s eyes. “I’m ready to go to the Fuck Farm.”
Timber laughed. “It’s called Village Fucktastic, say it with me now. Vill-lage Fuck-tas-tic.”
Sage grinned. “Dex calls it the Petting Zoo.”
“Ha!” Timber said. “No lies detected.”
“Who’s Dex?” Canyon asked.
“My cousin.”
Canyon winked at her, then he wiped his hands with a napkin, checked his teeth in the rearview, and started the truck.
“I hope the Petting Zoo is ready for us.”
80—The Petting Zoo
