** Paige’s POV **

The forest doesn’t explode into chaos. That’s the strangest part. The wind doesn’t rise. The hunters don’t burst through the trees, and the shots don’t come, but they will. It’s just a matter of time.

Everything is silent, too silent as we wait for something, anything to happen.

I stay on the porch, wrapped in the blanket Parker had draped over my shoulders earlier.

All four of my mates stay at my side, their presence a constant weight, ...