"Ready?" Quinn asked when Sky wandered off and we couldn't avoid the family tent anymore. "Hell, no." "Me neither." Mom and Dad waited just inside the tent flap. The light from the oil lamps glinted off fangs, narrowed eyes, and Mom's weapon collection. "Congratulations." Dad spoke first, his voice soft as smoke before it fills your lungs. "I honestly don't know which of my children I'm angriest with right now."