Chapter 184

** Callen’s POV ** The first thing I feel is the bond. It’s not the usual background hum, or the distracting warmth Paige always radiates when she’s close. This is something else… something sharp, bright, electrifying, like she’s a live wire pressed directly against the inside of my ribs. And then all nine resurrected wolves drop to their knees in front of her and say, “Goddess.” Yeah. So that just happened… Goddess. No biggie. Just a bunch of zombie wolves declaring my mate as their goddess. It’s fine, completely normal to have your own undead army. My brain flat-out refuses to process the scene in front of me. I mean, sure, I’ve seen weird things lately… Paige glowing, Paige pulsing magic through our bond, Paige marking Parker without a bite like some kind of celestial tattoo artist… but this? Nine grown-ass wolves who died violently, resurrected, and apparently now swearing fealty? I feel faint, actually faint, but I don’t faint. I doubt my mate will let me even if I wanted to. Park