Derek's POV
Holy s**t.
That's the only thought I can manage when Kira fully enters the bond. One second I'm coordinating a desperate defense through crackling radio static, and the next second it's like someone plugged a f*****g supercomputer directly into my brain.
"Derek, three soldiers approaching from the east corridor," comes through the connection. But it's not a voice. It's pure information, instant and crystal clear.
"Jenny, move left now," I think back, and she's already moving before I finish the thought.
This is insane. I can feel every pack member like they're extensions of my own body. Sarah's steady heartbeat as she reloads behind the kitchen counter. Marcus's fingers flying across his keyboard in the communications room. Elena's calm breathing as she stitches up Tom's a
