Chapter 7
I expected the uber-alpha to be annoyed. What I didn’t expect was the flood of invective that came surging out of his mouth, some of the words so intensely imaginative that Cinnamon felt moved to cover up Lia’s sensitive ears. Ginger, on the other hand, was clearly taking mental notes, and I had to admit the female trouble twin had a point. Hunter’s language was almost poetic in its pure, unadulterated filth.
“Dude, tone it down,” Glen growled. “We don’t want the campsite host to come back over here and check on us.” Not while you’re standing outside our tent buck n***d, he didn’t have to add. We all knew that our attempt at appearing human was in serious jeopardy if the uber-alpha didn’t get himself under control. So this time around, I didn’t naysay my pack mate as Ginger pus
