By the third day on the road to Hollow Mountain, the honeymoon glow had officially worn off.
Celeste was halfway through tying her boots when two scouts barreled into camp from opposite ends, both red-faced and talking over each other.
“We already cleared that perimeter—”
“Yeah, well, your enforcers told us to redo it—”
“Because your beta never filed the rotation properly—”
“Because your wolves can’t read our shorthand!”
Celeste stood, brow twitching. “Is someone about to die, or are we just yelling for sport?”
The scouts froze.
From across the clearing, Hunter’s voice cut in. “We’ve had three patrol disputes today. One more and I’m putting both packs on latrine duty.”
A murmur of discontent rippled through the gathered warriors. They were tired, sore, and still fraying at the edg
