The room echoed with laughter...raw, unfiltered, and loud enough to chase the shadows right off the walls.
I was sprawled on the velvet sofa in Aiden's sitting room, my head tilted back, tears in my eyes from how hard I'd been laughing.
He sat with one leg propped up on the coffee table, holding a half-empty glass of whiskey, grinning like a boy who just got away with stealing honey from a bear.
"Okay... okay, wait," I wheezed, trying to catch my breath.
"You seriously told the Gamma his pants were inside out in front of the council?"
Aiden nodded, his smirk growing wicked.
"They were inside out, Cait. I was doing him a favor. Besides, I spared the pack, the sight of the tag flapping around like a flag of shame."
I laughed so hard I almost fell off the couch. It had been years....ye
