** Ryder’s POV **

I never thought I’d see these roads again. Not in this lifetime. Not in any life.

The tyres hum steadily beneath us, carrying us straight into the past I thought I’d buried. Old scars itch under my skin. Wolves don’t get phantom pain, not really, but I swear I feel it now. Memories I boxed up years ago rattle loose with every passing mile.

Paige must feel the shift in me, because her fingers slip into mine the moment we turn off the motorway.

I don’t look at her ...