Chapter 85

** Paige’s POV ** The heat pooling in my centre suddenly flares, sending a rush of fire up my neck, and I gasp. Low growls sound around me, and I look up to see all four sets of eyes locked on me. They’re intense, like predators eyeing up their prey. These are not the warm eyes of Ryder, Remy, Parker, and Callen. No, these are their wolves peeking through, dark and dangerous, their pupils blown wide. Oh shit. My bravado from moments ago? Yeah, it just packed its bags and sprinted for the hills, leaving me stranded here with my very big mouth and four very aroused werewolves. Four of them?… What the hell was I even thinking?… One wolf at a time is… a lot. Two is basically chaos. But four? That’s not confidence, that’s suicide. I’m about to become a human-shaped chew toy. The thought douses the fire that was building in me like a bucket of cold water has been thrown on me. “Um,” I squeak, holding up a hand like I’m negotiating with toddlers and not apex predators, “so… when I said I was