Evan
I ground my teeth, Logan growl hummed low in my chest, furious and impatient. The presence of his urge was undeniable, fierce, untamed. Dangerous and reckless.
“I will not claim her," I said finally, voice sharper than I intended. “And you know I will not, father.”
“You will, " my father said with finality, voice colder than any winter night. “Because the pack comes before your desires. Your duty is obedience, you are the heir of the Dramen pack, you will not ruin everything because of what you think is right. Or what you think you want.”
I nodded once, the tension coiled like steel spring. And yet… a memory flickered at the edge of my mind. The pulse of someone else, the way her presence had been impossible to ignore. Not her name. Not her face. Just that — feeling.
The wolf in
