Celeste was starting to think uniting two packs was harder than war.
It had been exactly eight hours since the first joint training session between Silver Moon and Shadow Fang, and already three warriors were nursing broken egos, one was sulking in a tree, and someone had nearly set the kitchen on fire trying to cook “fusion cuisine.”
Lisa stood in the center of the field like a general watching a toddler riot. “For the last time, Shadow Fang doesn’t bite during sparring drills. That’s a dominance thing, not a training strategy!”
"Then tell him to stop using his tail like a whip!" a Silver Moon warrior barked, pointing to a lean, smirking Shadow Fang fighter.
Hunter ran a hand down his face, standing beside Celeste at the edge of the field. “At what point do we stop calling this a ‘mer
