BEFORE HUNTER HAD TIME to choose whether or not to take Stormwinder’s bait, though, the screen door behind us slapped shut as Amanda and Celia emerged from the community building. “...have to worry,” Celia said, still soothing a mayor who appeared considerably less distraught than when she’d first arrived. “If it was our dogs, then it won’t happen again. My son-in-law is an excellent tracker, so we’ll get to the bottom of this mess one way or another.”
I glanced over at my mate to see what he thought of being elevated to the status of “son-in-law” despite a complete lack of human marriage ceremonies. Far from being upset, amusement glinted in his eyes and for a moment I thought perhaps he’d thrown the recent contest intentionally. But surely no uber-alpha would ever lose on purpose, not w
