Soren’s POV
I know she’s back before I hear her—before the floorboards creak beneath her steps or the faint shift of air in the hallway gives her away. I know even before her scent tingles my senses or the bond tugs at the edge of my awareness.
The bond feels different now. It’s quieter, not pulling the way it does when she’s far.
“She’s here,” Blaze murmurs, his voice layered with a satisfaction I haven’t felt in days.
I don’t answer.
I’m already on my feet, my body taut with a tension I can’t name.
Kael told us to give her space; Ryker barely agreed, but he did—we all did. It was the only way this could work. But knowing she’s here—just down the hall, a few doors away—makes it harder than I expected.
“She didn’t leave,” Blaze adds, almost pleased.
There's a thread of pride in his
