Celeste winced as she sank into the plush armchair in the manor’s strategy room. Hunter hovered nearby like a guard wolf with a nursing license, pacing, glancing at her every few seconds, and muttering curse words under his breath.
Lisa sat across the room, arms crossed and expression stuck somewhere between I told you so and please tell me someone got that rogue Alpha’s head on a spike.
“I’m fine,” Celeste said, exasperated. “Stop glaring at the furniture like it personally offended you.”
“You are not fine,” Hunter snapped, coming to a stop. “You took a blade to the side and fought off an entire rogue unit. You look like you went twelve rounds with a tree shredder.”
“And won,” she added, reaching for the tea that a terrified junior Beta had brought in earlier. “Let’s not forget that
