The manor had finally settled into a wary kind of peace. Morning light spilled through the arched windows in soft waves, dappling the wooden floors and warming the stone walls that still echoed faintly with the revelry of the night before. Laughter. Cheers. The unmistakable howl of a pack both shocked and thrilled by the mating of their Alpha.

Celeste stood at the window of the upstairs study, wrapped in one of Hunter's shirts that hung too large on her, the sleeves folded up over her wrists. ...