Chapter 225

Chapter 225

** Ryder’s POV **

We don’t celebrate. We don’t howl with victory cries or shake ourselves clean of blood and fear. We simply settle, our shoulders relaxing after carrying too much weight. Maybe all that will come later. The pack moves quietly. Not in shock or grief, but in assessment. Enforcers regroup, bloodied but standing. Healers move with practised efficiency, hands glowing, voices calm. Leo walks between fallen hunters, checking them, issuing clipped orders, keeping everyone steady and controlled.

He doesn’t look triumphant. He looks exactly the way a Gamma should after a battle… focused, alert, already thinking three steps ahead. I watch him for a moment before turning back to the

centre of it all.

Paige is sitting on the porch steps, wrapped in a blanket too thin for the night air. Callen crouches in front of her with his forehead pressed to her knees. Parker sits on the step beside her, one hand resting lightly at the small of her back, grounding her. Remy paces a short distance away in wolf form, restless but contained, his eyes never leaving her.

She looks small like this. Not weak, but spent. It’s better than I expected though. With every other large power usage like this, she has been drained to the point of unconsciousness, but not this time, because this time she has the four of us fuelling her too.