** Parker’s POV **

The moment Ryder, Remy, and Callen head out for the night patrol, the cabin feels too big. Too hollow.

Paige stands by the window, her arms wrapped around herself as she watches the silhouettes of the rest of her mates disappear into the tree line, Ryder leading, Remy already shifted, and Callen stalking the rear like a silent shadow.

Her shoulders don’t drop when they vanish. If anything, they go tighter. She watches the darkness as if it might swallow them ...