** Paige’s POV **

“I don’t need an entourage,” I argue, standing in the middle of the living room with my arms crossed, glaring at my four very stubborn men. “I’m going to see my sister. That’s it. Five minutes down the road, no danger, no hunters, no apocalypse waiting in the bushes.”

Ryder shakes his head. “Not happening.”

“Paige,” Callen says softly, already pulling on his boots, “you could trip and break your ankle. Or someone could show up ...