The summit had ended, but the ripples it left behind surged through the territories of both Celeste and Hunter's packs like a tidal wave. Revelations about the rogues' connection to disgraced pack members, alliances being questioned, and a few too many side glances from those who now realized their alphas were a lot closer than either of them let on.
Celeste stormed through the corridors of the Silver Moon Pack House, her Beta, Lisa, trailing with a tablet full of notes, schedules, and, unfortunately, a smirk.
"Don’t say it," Celeste snapped.
"Say what? That everyone saw the way you and Hunter nearly kissed when the elders thanked you? Or that your wolves are literally glowing with smug satisfaction?"
Celeste glared. "That. Don’t say that."
Lisa bit her lip and offered a single, "Oka
