Hunter’s morning had started off well enough. He’d actually managed to sleep in for once, no surprise glitter bomb, no exploding alarm clocks, and no Betas staging a fake evacuation drill. He was almost convinced that peace had returned to his life, but that delusion lasted right up until he walked into the pack’s training grounds and found Celeste laughing at something some stranger had said.
The guy was tall, way too tall, in Hunter’s opinion, with messy blond hair and a perfectly chiselled jawline that looked like it belonged on a romance novel cover. He was leaning casually against a fence post, arms crossed, wearing that infuriating kind of smile that said he knew exactly how good he looked.
Rogue growled in the back of Hunter’s mind. "Who does this clown think he is?"
"Relax," Hun
