Caden drives us straight back to the private villa after Ryan drops us off at our car, cutting through the winding roads like a man possessed. No music. No talking. Just the slap of wet clothes against leather seats and the low, unsettled hum of the bond between us. Our wolves are stirring too much to rest. The danger’s passed, but every nerve in my body still screams like it hasn’t.
Not that it has passed. Not really.
I keep my forehead pressed to the window as we pull into the driveway. The warm night air should feel soothing, safe. It doesn’t. There’s something buried beneath my skin—like a warning that won’t shut up. That something’s coming. That this wasn’t over.
Caden doesn’t speak as he kills the engine and immediately grabs his phone.
“Call them.”
I already am. My hand is shak
