Masuk** Ryder’s POV **
The forest is quiet tonight. Too quiet.
It’s the kind of quiet that makes every instinct in me hum with warning.
Before we set out on our first patrol together, I’d gathered the new enforcers in the clearing outside the cabins. They stood in a semicircle, Midnight wolves, strong and disciplined, waiting as I extended the pack link.
It’s a strange feeling, letting outsiders in, even temporarily. The pack link feels different when it touches foreign wolves. It’s cooler somehow, but necessary. Their Alpha had agreed without hesitation, understanding the risk of patrolling together without being able to communicate in their wolf forms.
** Remy’s POV **By the time Annie is settled in Poppy’s room at the healer’s cabin, the sun is already dropping behind the treeline. The girl looks like she could shatter any second, and Poppy refuses to let her out of arm’s reach, fussing over her blankets and muttering death threats about Greg under her breath. Jake promises to stay with them, and Leo sits himself right beside the door like a silent guard dog. Good. They can handle her from here. I have a family waiting for me.I step out onto the porch, dragging a hand through my hair as the weight of the day settles over my shoulders. It has been hours, but I can still feel Paige’s light on my skin, like the residual warmth from a fire I stood too close to.She forgave Annie, and when she did, I think something cracked open in all of us.I make the slow walk back toward our cabin, leaves and sticks crunching under my boots and a cool breeze brushing the back of my neck. The world feels quieter after everything that happened, almo
** Callen’s POV **The moment Annie collapses into Paige’s arms, something inside my chest twists. It’s not jealousy exactly. It’s more of a pressure. Like the weight of everything we’ve survived is suddenly pushing down on all of us at once, and I want to be the one in her arms.Paige holds Annie like she’s comforting a child. Poppy joins in too, wrapping both of them in a fierce hug. Jake hovers close, one hand on Poppy’s back, Leo beside him like a silent shadow. The emotion in the room is thick enough to choke on.Ryder steps back, Parker moves with him, and Remy subtly shifts to my left like we’re forming an instinctive barrier around Paige. We don’t need to touch her to protect her. We just stand there, ready, but I’m not sure what for.That’s when the mind-link snaps open. A private thread just between the wolves in the room.“We need to talk. Now. Before we move her anywhere,” Ryder says.“Agreed.” Remy nods subtly.“Shouldn’t we be discussing this with them?” Jake asks, tilti
** Paige’s POV **“What… what are you?”The question hangs in the air, and everyone goes still.Ryder’s protective instinct spikes like a cold gust of wind through the bond, but I lift a hand to keep him from stepping forward.I can’t blame her. I’m probably glowing again.My voice comes out steadier than I feel. “I’m still Paige.”She shakes her head violently, scrambling to her feet and backing up until she hits the old sofa, then she collapses onto it. “No. You’re… you’re not. You… your skin just… you lit up like some…some…”“Don’t say glow stick,” Callen mutters. “She doesn’t like that one.”“Or alien,” Remy adds.“Or glittery fairy,” Parker sighs.Annie just stares at me, wide-eyed and terrified of what she doesn’t understand, and I realise… she’s terrified of herself too.For a moment, everything inside me goes still… Greg and Annie had an affair.The version of me from two months ago would have broken. I would have been humiliated, furious, shattered all over again at the idea
** Paige’s POV **The walk to the cars feels tense. Everyone is quiet. Focused. Determined.Poppy marches ahead like a woman preparing for war, Jake shadowing her shoulder-to-shoulder, as if he thinks she might sprint off and commit homicide alone. Leo stays close behind, ready to intercept her if she bolts.Ryder walks at my side, not touching but close enough to steady me. Remy and Callen have flanked us, and Parker stays just a step behind me, making a protective triangle around me.We aren’t even in danger yet, and still they move as if the ground itself might open and swallow me whole if they don’t keep a shield around me.I try to keep my breathing even. I’m not scared, not this time. I’m… bracing.The closer we get to the cars, the more my skin hums. The glow under my flesh isn’t lighting up, but it’s awake. Watching and waiting, as if it knows what’s coming.Ryder notices immediately.“Paige?” he murmurs.“I’m fine.”“You’re humming.”“That doesn’t mean I’m not fine.”“It mean
** Paige’s POV **I wake to warmth. Not sunlight or the lingering glow beneath my skin, but warmth that feels alive. That feels wrapped in love. The kind of warmth that only comes from my mates.Ryder’s arm is draped over my waist, heavy and protective even in sleep. His breath is slow against the back of my neck, steady, as though he’s holding the entire world still just so I can rest a little longer.My body aches, not painfully, but in a way that reminds me that something monumental happened last night. I gave him my mark.I feel it before I even move. A soft hum deep in my chest, answering the steady beat of Ryder’s heart where he’s pressed against me.He’s mine. I claimed him the way he claimed me.My fingers tremble as I brush them lightly over his forearm. The contact sends a soft pulse through the bond, warm and comforting, and Ryder tightens his grip around me instinctively, still asleep, yet still aware of me.For a few breaths, I just lie there, wrapped in him. Safe, wanted
** Ryder’s POV **Halfway up the stairs, she tightens her grip on me, her lips brushing the side of my throat. Not kissing, just… there. Like the contact is something she needs to stay steady.“Ryder…” she whispers.I stop.Every muscle tenses because of how she says my name. Like she’s stripping the whole world away except for the two of us.I turn my head slightly, enough to see her eyes in the dim hallway light. They’re glowing faint gold now, not from power, but from emotion.Her hand lifts from my chest to cup my face. “I felt your heart when I marked you. All of it, every part.”A lump forms in my throat. “Yeah?”“It was beating so hard,” she murmurs. “For me.”“It always does,” I say before I can stop myself.She studies me as if she’s seeing something she’s been waiting to see for a long time. Her fingers stroke my cheek. “Ryder… I love you.”There it is. That word I’ve heard her say a hundred times, not just to me, but to our son, her other mates, her sister, but this time I







