** Paige’s POV **

Through the glass, I see them… Ryder and Remy. Their bodies tense, eyes glowing faintly gold in the darkness. Even from here, I can feel their energy, wild and alive, humming through the air like static before a storm.

Relief slams through me so hard my knees almost give way. They’re alive. They’re still fighting.

For a moment, the rest of the world fades. Ryder’s gaze finds mine through the window, sharp and steady, his wolf close enough to the surface that I can ...