Logan's POV
The satisfaction I felt at the sight of Denderick’s wild eyes couldn’t be denied. The fool was on the edge, teetering close to the abyss, and I was more than willing to give him a little push.
But before I could relish the moment, he was on me. His body collided with mine, and we both went crashing to the ground. The wind was knocked out of me, but I didn’t let that stop me. My hands grappled with his, and I could feel his fury radiating off him in waves.
“Is this how you welcome an old friend?” I taunted as I twisted, trying to gain the upper hand. The bastard was strong, his movements filled with raw and unfiltered rage. But I had years of deceit and strength on my side, things Denderick couldn’t even begin to understand.
"Men!" I heard one of the Alphas yell behind me.
