MasukCallen sits beside her on the couch, arm draped loosely around her shoulders. She leans into him without hesitation, and I see the way his presence steadies her.Parker catches my eye from across the room and gives a small nod.“She’s stable,” he says through the mind-link.I nod back.Later, when t
** Ryder’s POV **We don’t celebrate. We don’t howl with victory cries or shake ourselves clean of blood and fear. We simply settle, our shoulders relaxing after carrying too much weight. Maybe all that will come later.The pack moves quietly. Not in shock or grief, but in assessment. Enforcers regr
“They’re pushing,” she says through clenched teeth. “More of them, at least three groups. I don’t think I can reach them all, not yet. I can try, but…”Her light strains against its limits, dense enough that it hurts to feel through the bond. She’s not losing control; she’s containing it. And sudden
** Callen’s POV **The first thing I feel isn’t fear. It’s clarity.The moment they cross our boundary, something inside me locks into place. The constant motion that used to define me goes quiet, like the world finally stopped rattling long enough for me to hear what matters.Paige.She stiffens be
Parker joins us on the porch for a while, handing me a cup of steaming tea I don’t remember asking for. I hold it; using it to warm my hands, but I don’t sip it. It feels wrong to be standing here sipping tea whilst the enemy is literally on our doorstep, waiting to attack at any moment. He doesn’t
** Paige’s POV **The forest doesn’t explode into chaos. That’s the strangest part. The wind doesn’t rise. The hunters don’t burst through the trees, and the shots don’t come, but they will. It’s just a matter of time.Everything is silent, too silent as we wait for something, anything to happen.I







