August POV
The past two weeks have been pure bliss—my mate, Celeste, and I wrapped up in each other. Heat had its way with us, and now she’s worn out, much to her annoyance. I’m careful not to push her too far—I’d rather have her exhausted than black out again. Luckily, she’s not carrying pups this time; her scent hasn’t changed. For now, Mario and Amapola are enough. Our extended family has more pups than we know what to do with anyway, so I think we’re contributing just fine.
But we’ve got a long day ahead. There’s a funeral we can’t miss—Celeste’s younger sibling, taken far too soon. It’s a tragedy I can’t stop turning over in my mind. She was just a pup. If I ever get my hands on the ones responsible, there will be no mercy. Celeste may appear calm, but I know how dangerous she can b
