The Summons

POV: Ryker

"Avery Wilde."

Her soft voice shaped those two words, and the ancient mate bond ignited in my chest. A physical inferno tore through my veins. Avery Wilde. Underneath the bitter, suffocating layers of her scent-masking herbs, the truth broke free. I caught it—the pure fragrance of a sun-warmed meadow. It was her. The brave girl who haunted my every waking thought, the one who dragged