"She's a pit bull. Ain't a fighter, but she's got that protector spirit." It wasn't quite that, he figured, but all of them had protective streaks so maybe it made sense that they wanted to watch over someone who'd look after them, eventually.

"Irish goddess, of horses and kings. She could outrun a whole herd of horses and curse the shit out of people," Jax explained. "Trinity told me about her."

Had he told her about Trinity? Who knew?

"Yes mommy," Thomas said dutifully, moving to pat his hand up and down rhythmically on the puppy's stomach.