We crossed back onto our side of the ridge and everything inside me still shook even while my body kept moving and my legs kept working and the air finally felt like mine again.
My chest burned with every breath, and Isaac leaned into me while Declan shoved him forward up the last stretch, and behind us Christopher’s wolves stopped clean at the line like they had hit something solid.
Ezra turned the second we were across and planted himself at the edge of the ridge with his shoulders squared and his breathing hard, and even after the chase there was nothing about him that looked rattled.
Christopher stood on the other side among the trees with that awful calm expression like this was a game he already controlled, and the second Alpha stood beside him like a shadow with weight behind it.
