Jack and Beau moved at the same time. One heartbeat they were behind me. The next they were at the window with me, flanking me like shields made of muscle, fury, and very poor impulse control.
The figure outside still didn't move.
He stood at the tree line with perfect stillness. Head tilted. Hands relaxed at his sides. No wolf scent. No pack signature. Just cold human presence and the faint bite of chemicals I had hoped never to smell again.
Black tactical gear. Boots polished. Face blank.
My stomach twisted so violently I grabbed the windowsill to steady myself.
Jack growled low in his chest. “Who is that?”
I knew the answer before the words reached my tongue. My whole body knew it. My wolf knew it. Every scar inside me knew it.
“My handler,” I whispered.
Both twins froze.
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