faceThe next morning, Luke got up when his alarm went off, which was at 8.30. He frowned, because he assumed one of the kids would've got him up a bit earlier.

He went to the girls' room first; Seelie had Raphael on her lap, and Camille was playing peek-a-boo with him. Magnus was tangled up in his new Cars sheets. Camille followed Luke out, and helped him set up breakfast; Raphael was having mush, because Luke thought cereal might be too sharp for him.

Magnus had to be gently shaken awake, and then he needed to be carried to the kitchen, so Luke was holding him when they came into the kitchen again. Camille was wiping down the bench and her littlest foster-sibling. Seelie had got out clothes for the other three; Camille had her jeans, a purple top, red parka and a pair of sneakers. Magnus had a green shirt, blue parka, canvas slip-ons and corduroy pants. Seelie wanted to put Raphael into Camille's real-size toddler doll's dress, but Luke refused, instead putting him in a fleece jumper, a flannel shirt and some trackpants with slip-on booties. It was pretty cold out, and Luke had to go to the Hunter's Moon.

"Seelie, can you hold Camille and Magnus' hands?"

"Yes, Luke."

When they arrived at the Hunter's Moon, Luke made sure the little ones were all close to him. Raphael and Camille both got more and more nervous the closer they got to the building; Luke supposed that they had some vague memories of the place. Luke held Camille's hand tighter, pushing Raphael's pram quickly towards the back door. He didn't need all the werewolves going for the two little not-vampires; they were very vulnerable.

"Stop!"

"Luke, what is it?" Magnus asked quietly. He was looking at Camille's face, and he was worried.

"You're going to Caterina's."

"Not dere?" Raphael asked, pointing at the door of the Hunter's Moon.

Luke was about to respond when Pete, Maia and the rest spilled out the door.

"Luke!... Who're they?"

Luke swallowed. "Raphael Santiago, Camille Belcourt, The Seelie Queen and Magnus Bane."

Pete stared at him, smiled briefly, saw he was serious and swallowed again.

"Luke, this is really bad."

"I know that, Pete."

"No! The vampires are on the warpath looking for Raphael; they've already threatened us once... they want us to tell them the second we see him."

"We'll call them now then."

Luke wasn't at sure that was a great idea, but the Dumort's phone was ringing already, which meant he was committed.

"Raphael?" A girl's voice, tinged with slight desperation. "Is that you, Raphael?"

"No, it's Luke Garroway."

"What do you want wolf?"

"I have Raphael here, and Camille."

"Is he... Are they okay?"

"Yes, of course," Luke said indignantly. "Well, actually, they're healthy and happy but not strictly... okay."

"What?"

"Raphael is about twenty months, and he's currently sitting in a pram staring at Camille playing with some dolls she bought."

"What?" Lily screamed. "I'll be right there!"

"It's ten o'clock in the morning, Lily, but I'll keep them here."

"Thank you, Luke," Lily said, which surprised Luke. He put down the phone, and went to check on his kids until the vampires arrived.