Logan stared at me for a long moment after my dramatic declaration.
The night wind tugged at the loose strands of my hair. My suitcase felt too heavy for the amount of life it actually contained.
“Hell?” he repeated.
I managed a weak shrug. “Seems like the logical next destination.”
His expression remained unchanged, as if my attempt at humor had been filed away and dismissed.
“Move,” he said.
The single word carried no comfort, no impatience, no warmth. Just expectation.
I followed because standing still no longer seemed like an option.
The guards outside the Alpha’s office straightened immediately when Logan approached.
Neither of them looked directly at me.
Smart wolves.
Logan pushed open the door without knocking.
Alpha Rowan stood beside his desk, shoulders rigid. Keal was
