Beau led the way down the hall, that cocky grin plastered on his face—one that usually meant trouble. Miles followed beside him, looking far too pleased with himself to be innocent.
Salem and Rhea trailed behind River, exchanging wary glances. They hadn’t been part of the pack long enough to know all the boys’ pranks, but they were learning fast: when Miles and Beau were grinning at the same time, something was up.
“Should we be worried?” Salem murmured.
Rhea sighed. “Absolutely. They’ve had that look since they got back from patrol.”
Beau looked over his shoulder, feigning offense. “Come on, give us some credit. We’ve been productive this time.”
Miles smirked. “Very productive.”
Salem narrowed her eyes. “Define productive.”
River’s lips twitched, fighting a laugh. “Just let them sh
