Hunter had just finished a gruelling training session when Rogue’s persistent nudging almost knocked him off balance. The big wolf looked smug, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.
“What’s your problem?” Hunter muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. Rogue gave a low rumble, nudging him again and then trotting off toward the woods. Hunter narrowed his eyes. “You better not be leading me to some rogue mess you made.”
With a resigned sigh, he followed, vaguely wondering if his wolf had found some poor animal to terrorize. But Rogue moved with purpose, glancing back now and then as if to make sure Hunter was keeping up. Finally, they broke through the treeline to the clearing by the river, where an odd sight greeted him.
A long picnic table, decked out with a red-checkered tablecloth,
