** Paige’s POV **

The moment the pack disperses, my legs stop working. I don’t collapse, but my knees go weak enough that Ryder’s hand shoots out, gripping my waist like he’s ready to catch me.

“Easy,” he murmurs.

Easy… if only.

I can still feel it, the rush of the pack dropping to their knees. The surge of power that wasn’t mine and yet was. The echo of Ronnie’s voice calling me Eos, the Dawn, the renewal, all those impossible titles that feel too heavy for a girl who ...