Calder’s POV
She ran.
Boots clattering, hair wild, heart thundering so loud every one of us heard it. Evelynn fled into the night like prey, but she wasn’t prey. She was fire. And that fire had just branded itself into my veins.
I stood in the wreckage of the bar, glass crunching under my boots, blood still warm on my knuckles. My chest heaved, not from the fight, but from her - her scent, her voice, her trembling body under Jaxon’s hands. The little moan she’d tried to bury. The way she’d arched before she shoved him off.
Gods. She was ours.
“f**k,” Jaxon muttered, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes still burning toward the door she’d bolted through. A grin split his face, wolf-bright. “Did you hear her? Did you see her? She felt it.”
“She fought it,” Rafe said flatly, voice dee
