Shadows Of The Past
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Leah could still feel Logan’s lingering words in her mind—“I don’t throw away what’s mine.”
The possessiveness in his voice rattled her. Not because she feared him, but because a part of her—one she wasn’t ready to acknowledge—felt something dangerous stir at the idea of belonging.
But she wasn’t his.
She wasn’t anyone’s.
She stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the warriors spar under the moonlight. Logan had insisted she learn how to fight properly, refusing to believe her when she told him she had no real strength to wield.
“You’ll train with me,” he had said earlier that day, as if it were final.
And here she was.
Leah clenched her fists as she watched two male wolves clash in the center of the field. Their bodies moved with a deadly grace, muscle and instinct blending together in perfect synchronization. She knew she didn’t stand a chance against warriors like them.
She had never been trained. Omegas weren’t given the luxury of self-defense.
“You’re overthinking.”
The deep voice came from beside her, making her tense. Logan.
She glanced at him, but he wasn’t looking at her—his gaze was fixed on the sparring wolves, a calculating glint in his silver eyes.
“I’m just being realistic,” Leah muttered. “I won’t be able to do what they do.”
Logan finally turned to her, his expression unreadable. “You’re not them.”
Leah huffed. “Exactly my point.”
But Logan only smirked. “That’s not what I meant.”
Before she could process his words, he stepped forward. “Ryker,” he called.
The Beta broke away from the training session, approaching with a knowing look. “You’re putting her in, aren’t you?”
Leah’s stomach dropped. “Wait—”
But it was already happening.
“Dante,” Logan called, motioning to one of the warriors. A tall, broad-shouldered man with piercing amber eyes stepped forward.
Leah took a step back. “You can’t be serious.”
Logan turned to her, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Fight him.”
She let out a breathless laugh. “Are you insane?”
Dante tilted his head, smirking. “Scared, Omega?”
Leah’s pride bristled, but she shoved it down. “No, I’m just not stupid enough to get beaten in front of an audience.”
Logan’s smirk widened, as if he had been waiting for that reaction. “Then prove yourself.”
She clenched her jaw. She didn’t want to do this. She knew how it would end.
But she also knew she couldn’t back down.
She stepped forward.
The circle of warriors tightened, their murmurs filling the air as Dante rolled his shoulders, looking entirely too confident.
“Let’s get this over with,” Leah muttered.
Dante didn’t waste time. He lunged.
Leah barely dodged, her heart pounding as she moved purely on instinct. She was faster than him, but speed alone wouldn’t win this fight.
She ducked as he swung at her, feeling the air shift as his fist barely missed her. If that had landed, she would’ve been on the ground already.
Think, Leah.
Dante came at her again, this time sweeping his leg under hers. She jumped, but not fast enough—he clipped her ankle, sending her stumbling back.
Laughter rippled through the crowd.
Leah’s blood burned.
Dante grinned. “Not bad for an Omega.”
She gritted her teeth.
Logan stood at the edge of the circle, watching with sharp eyes, saying nothing.
He wanted to see how far she could go.
Fine.
She let Dante charge again, but this time, instead of retreating, she moved forward. His eyes widened in surprise just before she shifted her weight and used his own momentum against him, stepping to the side and slamming her elbow into his ribs.
Dante staggered back, a curse slipping past his lips.
The murmurs around them shifted.
Leah didn’t wait. She moved fast, ducking under his next attack and kicking at his knee. It wasn’t enough to take him down, but it made him falter.
She went for his ribs again—
But he was faster this time.
His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and twisting her around. In a blur, he had her locked against his chest, his arm wrapped tightly around her throat.
Leah gasped.
“Yield,” Dante murmured against her ear.
Her pulse thundered. She clawed at his arm, but his grip was too strong.
Her vision darkened slightly.
And then—
“Enough.”
Logan’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Dante released her instantly, and Leah stumbled forward, catching herself before she hit the ground. She sucked in a sharp breath, her pulse racing.
Silence stretched over the training ground.
Logan walked toward her, his silver eyes unreadable.
“You lasted longer than I expected,” he said.
Leah’s pride flared. “Gee, thanks.”
His lips twitched.
“You’ll do it again tomorrow,” he said simply, before turning away.
Leah blinked. “What—”
Ryker chuckled from the sidelines. “Welcome to training, Omega.”
Leah groaned.
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That night, as she lay in her unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.
Not just in her, but in Logan.
She had seen it in his eyes before he walked away—something akin to approval, maybe even something deeper.
And it terrified her.
Because the more she stayed here, the more she realized something she didn’t want to admit.
She was no longer just running from her past.
She was stepping into something even more dangerous.
And Logan Hayes was at the center of it.
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