All Chapters of The Lost Pack: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

** Paige’s POV **Poppy washes her hands before putting the equipment in a bowl and pouring boiling water over it. She kneels beside Leo again, her face pale, but her hands are steady. She sucks in a breath, closing her eyes and muttering a prayer before her eyes snap open and she looks down at Leo with determination. “Okay, move your hands.”I move back, grimacing at the blood now that the pressure isn’t slowing it.“He’s going to need a blood transfusion, although I don’t know if your vet can even find suitable blood for him. I’d suggest calling ahead to give them some time to source some,” she says as she examines the wound.“I’ll do it,” Callen says without hesitation. Poppy may think he’s agreeing to call the vet, but I know what he really means. He plans to donate his own blood to Leo.Poppy doesn’t flinch as she digs in. Her hands are steady, practised. I know how passionate she is about becoming a vet, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen her in action. She works like she

** Paige’s POV **When I turn, Ryder is already crouched naked on the floor. He reaches for the pair of shorts draped over a chair and pulls them on, then pushes to his feet, rolling his shoulders as if they ache.His eyes meet mine, still alert even through the exhaustion I can feel coming from him. “Sit,” he says simply, nodding toward the chair at the kitchen island.My legs feel unsteady, but I obey. Ryder drags a chair out and drops into it, his posture still rigid with tension that tells me the fight hasn’t fully left his body. A few seconds later, Parker reappears, sliding into the seat beside me. His thigh presses against mine under the table.The three of us sit in silence for a long moment. The fridge hums softly, and my pulse thuds in my ears.Finally, Ryder speaks. “The hunters knew what they were doing tonight. They came in coordinated waves, tried to pull our enforcers beyond the tree line where they’d set traps, but we didn’t give chase. They underestimated us again.”“

** Paige’s POV **When I get to Jaxon’s bedroom door, I just stand there for a second, preparing myself. I’m not sure what version of my sister I’m about to walk into. Will she be curled up in a ball and shaking, angry, or pretending she’s fine?“Poppy, can I come in?” I say softly to the door.“Yeah,” she responds immediately. That's a good sign at least.I nudge the door open with my shoulder.Poppy is perched on the edge of Jaxon’s bed. She’s clean and wearing clothes I don’t recognise; she must’ve been given some at the healer’s cabin. She looks both too young and far too grown up at the same time. Her eyes meet mine, wide and tired, but calm.“Hey,” I smile gently before nudging the door shut behind me. “I brought coffee.”Her gaze drops to the cups in my hands, and a flicker of gratitude flashes over her face. She takes one of the cups carefully, both hands wrapped around it like she needs the warmth.“Thanks,” she breathes.I sit beside her and the silence stretches for a momen

** Remy’s POV **The second Ryder says the words, I can see the ripple of shock go through Poppy. She goes pale, and her fingers clench tight around her cup, and Paige reaches for her without hesitation. I don’t miss the way Poppy’s eyes dart toward the tree line like she might bolt if given the chance.Ryder meets my gaze, his meaning clear. We need to handle this.“Poppy, Leo won’t rest until he sees you are safe. Would you consider going there just to let him see you? You don’t even need to speak to him if you don’t want to,” Ryder asks.Poppy nods, setting her cup down.“Thank you. Parker, Remy, take Poppy to the healer’s cabin,” Ryder orders quietly, already turning back toward the house. “Keep her safe.”“I’m coming,” Paige says, already standing.No one protests, I think we all expected it. Parker steps up smoothly, offering a reassuring smile, and I fall in beside them as we head down the porch steps.The air is cool this morning, the blood from last night now replaced with th

** Paige’s POV **When the door closes behind them, silence falls again. It feels softer this time, less dangerous, but still heavy. Poppy looks up at me, her voice barely audible. “Paige… what’s happening to me?”I hesitate. I don’t know what to tell her that will make this any less scary for her. It’s one thing to hear about the effect of the bond, but to feel it is not something you could prepare for. I remember those first few days; my head was all over the place.“I don’t know exactly, but I do know this feeling will pass. It just takes some time. I think I cried for a few days, and I thought I was losing my mind before I stopped fighting against it.”Poppy stares at me, wide-eyed and pale, like the words aren’t quite sinking in. “You make it sound like giving up,” she whispers.“It’s not,” I say softly. “It’s letting yourself breathe. The bond doesn’t go away just because you want it to, but it is not as intense when you stop trying to tear yourself free from it.”She presses th