Calder POV
For a full breath, the world stopped.
No movement. No sound. Not even air dared to move. Just four wolves and one mate… fading.
Then something primal detonated inside the room. Instinct. Pure, ancient, mate-bond instinct buried in the marrow of our bones.
My wolf lunged through me so hard it knocked the breath from my lungs.
“Touch her,” he roared. “Now.”
Rafe’s wolf surged first.
He didn’t shift, none of us did, but the presence of his wolf slammed into the room like a heartbeat returning after going still. His teeth lengthened, eyes burning gold as he pressed both hands against Evelynn’s cheeks.
“Eve,” he rasped, voice no longer a man’s voice. “Come back.”
Jaxon was next. His wolf rushed forward in a silent snarl, pushing through flesh and bone until Jaxon’s eyes glow
