** Ryder’s POV **

I feel it the moment I cross the threshold. The bond tightens, sharp and alert, and my wolf lifts his head inside me like he’s just scented a deer on the breeze. The cabin feels different, steadier somehow, but also charged, like the air itself is holding its breath.

Parker feels it too. I see it in the way his shoulders square, the way his gaze flicks instinctively toward the stairs.

Remy doesn’t bother pretending. His eyes glow faintly as he scans the ...