"There's nothing to spill!" Sarah protested but her face was still burning red. "Michele is just... he's been nice to me, that's all."

"Uh-huh." I leaned back in my chair crossing my arms. "And the way your face lights up when he walks in? The way you can barely look at him without blushing? That's all just because he's 'nice'?"

"Stop!" She covered her face with her hands. "Okay, fine. Maybe I have a tiny crush on him. But it doesn't matter because literally every unmated girl in the pack ...