** Ryder’s POV **
The house is quiet, apart from the faint hiss of water running upstairs. Paige has disappeared into the shower, her laughter from training still echoing in my head. Only it’s not the memory of her laughter that keeps my wolf pacing. It’s the way she moves. I already knew she was fast, but this is more than speed or instinct. The way she blocked every move before any of us could touch her. Then there’s whatever the hell happened with Callen.
None of us calls her on it, not out loud, but the look we all share speaks volumes. I’ve not been brought up in this life, and I might not know the limits of what the bond can do for a human, but I do know that the abilities human mates develop only come from our wolves. This isn’t that.
Remy leans against the kitchen counter, arms
