The Lost Pack (Paige) novel Chapter 216

** Paige’s POV **

I feel it before Ronnie says the words, a subtle pull in my chest, threads tightening between me and each of them, different textures, different temperatures.

“You are Spirit,” Ronnie says to me, his voice steady. “Not light alone. Not life alone. Spirit is will, choice, meaning.

You connect what is, what was, and what will be.”

My stomach warms in response, a soft answering thrum that makes my breath hitch.

“And they,” Ronnie continues, turning slightly, “are the elements that allow Spirit to exist in the physical world.”

Ryder stiffens.

Parker’s hand slides instinctively to my back.

Remy goes very still.

Callen tilts his head. “Oh. This should be good”

Ronnie gestures to Ryder first.

“Earth.”

Ryder blinks. “Come again?”

“Earth doesn’t rush,” Ronnie says. “It holds. It endures. It protects territory, people and legacy. Ryder, when Paige doubted herself, you grounded her. When she was ready,you were the constant she orbited back to. The land answered her because you are bound to it.”

I feel it then… the weight of Ryder beside me, the steadiness, the way the ground beneath my feet feels more solid when he’s close.

Ryder swallows audibly, his jaw tightening. “That… tracks.”

Ronnie turns to Parker next, pointing at him.

“Water.”

Parker exhales softly with a small nod; he already knows.

“Water adapts,” Ronnie continues. “It heals, flows, wears down what is cruel without losing itself. You soothe her storms, Parker. You absorb what would drown others.

Where Paige burns, you cool. Where she fractures, you mend.”

My throat tightens. I think of Parker’s hands, his voice, the way he always seems to know when I’m about to break, and how he never demands I stay whole.

Parker nods once, his eyes shining. “‘ll take that.”

Ronnie’s gaze shifts to Remy.

“Fire.”

Remy laughs under his breath. “That figures.”

“Fire is destruction and survival,” Ronnie says firmly. “Itdefends, it purifies through force, it refuses to die quietly Remy, you are her fury when she cannot afford to unleash it. You burn so she doesn’t have to.”

My chest aches at that, because it’s true. Remy carries rage, so I don’t drown in it.

Remy’s voice is low when he answers. “I’d burn the world for her.”

“I know,” Ronnie says softly. “That’s why it chose you.”

Then Ronnie turns to Callen.

“And you,” he says, “are Air.”

Callen blinks. “Air?”

“Yes,” Ronnie says. “Movement, instinct, change, thought.

Air carries messages, it keeps things fresh, and forces evolution. Callen, you push Paige forward. You challenge her, provoke her, refuse to let her stay small or safe when the world needs her sharp.”

I suck in a breath because the pull between us tightens, quick, electric, and undeniable.

Callen’s grin fades into something raw. “I never wanted to cage her.”

“You never did,” Ronnie replies. “You taught her how to breathe.”

Silence settles over the field, heavy with understanding.”And together,” Ronnie finishes, “Earth, Water, Fire, and Air create balance for Spirit. That is why your bond is unprecedented. Not because you are powerful alone… but because together, you are complete.”

The truth of it slams into me all at once.

Spirit needs anchors. It needs forces to move through… it* needs them.

My gaze snaps to Callen as the pull surges again, sharp and bright. Air crackles between us, restless, demanding motion.

Ronnie notices immediately.

“Oh,” he murmurs. “There it is.”

“What?” Ryder snaps.

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