The aftermath of their kiss should have been a quiet reflection, maybe some romantic music, or at least an awkward but hopeful morning, but Celeste and Hunter were anything but typical. Instead, they woke up with matching scowls and an entire camp of pack members pretending not to spy on them through binoculars.

"I swear, if Lisa has a betting pool going on what kind of cereal I eat at your place, I'm going to switch to canned tuna," Celeste grumbled, yanking a hoodie over her sleep ...