** Remy’s POV **

The forest feels alive again tonight.

We’ve been walking the border in our human forms for about an hour now, Parker and I, boots crunching softly against damp earth. Normally, patrols are quiet, routine. But after everything that’s happened, the hunters, the poison, the near-misses, there’s a heaviness that sits under the calm. We’re alert, but not tense. Watchful, not afraid.

Callen’s words from earlier keep looping through my head. The honesty in his voice. ...