Dax's POV
"Is everyone back? " I asked, and I didn't raise my voice to say it, but every wolf within earshot moves the way a pack moves when an alpha means exactly what he says.
Ren doesn't move.
"You're not disarming that alone," he says.
"I am."
"Dax…."
"It's warded to detonate for anyone but its caster, Ren. I'm not putting anyone else's hands near it." I keep my eyes on the charm, half-buried, humming low and patient against the dirt, and I try to sound like a man who's made a calm, considered decision rather than one who's simply refusing to lose anyone else to something that's already cost this pack too much today.
"Then I'm not going anywhere either," Sera says.
I turn to tell her exactly what I told Ren, and the look on her face stops the words before they leave my mouth.
