** Paige’s POV **

The house falls quiet again.

Parker is still upstairs with Jax, and Ryder is brooding silently at the kitchen island.

“What happened out there?” I ask, sitting next to him.

Ryder doesn’t answer right away. He lifts his gaze to meet mine, and then his eyes drift to my neck. I don’t miss the flash of anger before he turns his head away.

“They came at us from three directions. It was an organised attack, but not as organised as our ...