Hunter’s morning had started off well enough. He’d actually managed to sleep in for once, no surprise glitter bomb, no exploding alarm clocks, and no Betas staging a fake evacuation drill. He was almost convinced that peace had returned to his life, but that delusion lasted right up until he walked into the pack’s training grounds and found Celeste laughing at something some stranger had said.

The guy was tall, way too tall, in Hunter’s opinion, with messy blond hair and a perfectly ...