Bailey’s POV“I don’t understand why you’re all staring at each other like that,” I said, my voice already softer than I meant it to be, breath uneven, because the room felt different even before any of them touched me, and I could feel it in my skin, in the way my wolf was restless, pacing, pushing against my ribs like she knew something I didn’t.Rider didn’t answer me, he just looked at Declan, then at Raven, that silent exchange that made my stomach tighten because it was never nothing when they did that, and I shifted between them, suddenly too aware of how close they were, of how warm the air felt.“What are you doing,” I asked again, a nervous laugh slipping out, “you’re making me feel like I missed a conversation.”Declan leaned closer, his mouth brushing my ear as he spoke, his tone light but his voice lower than usual, “You didn’t miss anything, little wolf, we’re just… noticing.”“Noticing what,” I whispered, and that was when Rider’s hands settled more firmly on my waist,
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