** Callen’s POV **

The night air feels wrong. Ryder leads us through the treeline with perfect calm. Remy moves at his flank in wolf form, massive and silent as a shadow. I bring up the rear, scanning every dark corner like the bogeyman himself is waiting to jump out and ruin our already disastrous week.

We have patrolled a thousand nights, but none of them have felt like this. Not after what the hunters put us through. Not after Paige burnt herself out just to protect us.

Another pulse of ...