The plan had been simple. A last sweep of the western border. One final rogue-scouting mission before the season turned cold and the pack hunkered in for winter.

Hunter told Celeste it was necessary. “Just a precaution.”

She hadn’t argued, but she’d looked at him, one dark brow lifted in that way that said she knew every inch of him.

“Precaution, huh? Or closure?”

He hadn’t answered. Just kissed her slow and sure before leaving.

Now, two days out, it was clear to everyone ...