Celeste never thought she’d find herself ankle-deep in mud while dressed in battle-ready leather and arguing with a sarcastic Alpha who apparently thought sarcasm was a strategy.
“I said hold it steady!” she shouted, glaring at Hunter, who was currently wrestling with a stubborn tripwire trap that was supposed to catch rogues, not bicker-happy werewolves.
“I am holding it steady,” Hunter huffed, bracing against the tree. “Maybe if you didn’t insist on over-engineering every trap like it’s a damn art installation!”
“It is art! Sabotage art. The kind that leaves rogue spies regretting their life choices!”
He squinted at her. “Do all Silver Moon Alphas scream during sabotage?”
“Only the good ones.”
Their bickering was interrupted by the sound of Beta Lisa snorting from the bushes. “If y
