Paige's POV
The wheels scream.
Callum is on the hood. Both hands. The wedding coat has already given at the seam where the muscle shows. Glass shakes when he talks through it.
Toby leans in from the back and hooks my sleeve. Lost. Declan is still showing those two little fangs, coiled, ready. If I did not stop him he would already be out of the car, going after Callum with no plan except teeth.
I look at the man on the hood.
That face is not going to move because I ask it to.
I am still hunting for a sentence that might c***k this when a motorcycle cuts the path behind us. The same one Toby used to bring me in. Too loud. Too dirty. Pine pitch hits the open window before the rider does.
Fraser.
Something in me lifts. He does not look at me.
Behind Callum, wolves are spilling out of
