The days after the summit settled like a thick blanket of calm over the territory, but underneath it, things simmered.
Not dangerous things. Not rogue attacks or traitorous whispers, but pack things, people things, the kind of complications that arise when two formerly independent packs try to function like a newly wedded couple sharing a one-bedroom apartment with fifty relatives, a wild dog, and no clear rulebook.
Except for one thing, their Alpha's were not married.
Celeste was quickly discovering that diplomacy didn’t end with the summit, it had only just begun.
“I’m just saying, why do we have to eat at their meal hall?” a Silver Moon warrior complained on the third day of peace, his voice carrying clearly over the main training field.
“Their cooks put celery in the stew. Celer
