Liz slammed the old war table so hard the inkwell jumped. “NO SKYDIVING WOLVES.”

Across from her, Logan leaned back in his chair with infuriating calm. “It’s symbolic.”

Celeste, seated at the head of the table, pinched the bridge of her nose. “Logan. Please explain how leaping from the cliffs with smoke bombs is symbolic of marital unity.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Because you have to trust each other not to die.”

Hunter snorted from the corner. “Sound logic.”

Liz ...