The days after the summit settled like a thick blanket of calm over the territory, but underneath it, things simmered.

Not dangerous things. Not rogue attacks or traitorous whispers, but pack things, people things, the kind of complications that arise when two formerly independent packs try to function like a newly wedded couple sharing a one-bedroom apartment with fifty relatives, a wild dog, and no clear rulebook.

Except for one thing, their Alpha's were not married.

Celeste was quickly ...