** Paige’s POV **
Time seems to move too fast and too slow at the same time.
Ryder slams into me, shoving me behind him, his body covering mine. Remy and Callen surge forward, forming a barrier. Parker grabs Mrs Turner around the shoulders and hauls her down behind her low garden wall as she cries, “Oh my God, oh my God, someone shot him, someone shot him…”
Hayden and Blaine are already moving, heads snapping toward the end of the road, nostrils flaring. Their eyes blaze silver-gold as they track something I cannot see.
“Roofline, east,” Hayden snaps. “High. Moving fast into the trees.”
“I have a scent,” Blaine adds, voice flat and calm. “Single human, male, already retreating.”
“Do not pursue,” Ronnie whispers. “Not with civilians watching. Not with Paige exposed. We need to stay pu
