"Pass the salt before I die of boredom," Brielle said, kicking my shin under the rickety table in the Omega mess hut.
Jasper snorted, sliding the shaker across. "You're dramatic. Irene's the one who spent last night screaming the Alpha's name."
I threw a bread roll at his head. "I will end you."
He caught it mid-air and took a bite. "Please. The walls are thin. We all heard the headboard symphony."
Brielle cackled. "Twice. She screamed twice."
I opened my mouth to threaten murder when the air changed.
Cedar. Storm. Raw Alpha power so thick it crawled over my skin like fingers. I knew he had to be near.
I shot to my feet so fast the bench screeched. "I'll be right back."
Brielle's smile vanished. "Irene—"
I was already moving.
I shoved the door open and stepped into the dusk.
He was there.
