Asher's POV
Caleb had the nerve—no, the absolute gall—to grin like a fool.
“…and then she dumped the whole bucket on his head.” He slapped his knee, practically shaking with laughter. “I swear, I thought Jonas was about to shift right then and there.”
Leaning against the old oak, arms crossed tight, I tried—unsuccessfully—not to chuckle. “Serves him right,” I said, deadpan, “for stealing from the pups’ food stash.”
Caleb wiggled his brows. “Admit it. You laughed.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
“I didn’t,” I shot back. The smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth decided to betray me. Damn it.
He pointed, triumphant. “That. Right there. That’s the laugh.”
Before I could argue, I caught something behind him. Movement. Subtle, but there. Fiona. She stood at the clearing’s edge, chaos bloomi
