Chapter 166

** Callen’s POV ** Whispers are already rippling through the air. News of an attack spreads fast between packs, and I’m sure the light show we left behind will only fuel the rumours. Ryder stays quiet, eyes fixed on me, one hand resting protectively over Paige’s. Jake crouches beside her, still monitoring her pulse. Poppy’s voice is soft as she soothes Jaxon awake. “Where are we?” Jax mumbles sleepily. “Somewhere safe, baby,” Poppy answers softly. “Somewhere the bad men can’t find us?” he asks. “Yes.” My chest tightens. Goddess, he’s too young for any of this. Midnight wolves rush forward to help the injured, offering blankets, water, steady hands. I can feel their confusion and pity pressing at the edges of my mind, but beneath it all, curiosity. They can smell it on us. The charge in the air. The faint ozone tang of spent power. They know something happened. I hate to even think it, but I’m glad Paige’s healing blast hadn’t reached the whole pack, and we still have some injured. Othe