Lynn's POV
The crowd erupted into panicked whispers. Some people pushed toward the exits, desperate to escape. Others stood frozen, morbid curiosity overcoming fear.
Logan knelt on the deck, his entire body rigid with pain. Sweat poured down his face. His hands—still human—gripped the deck so hard I heard wood splinter.
"Get back, Lynn." Dad's voice was urgent. "When he shifts—"
"No." I moved closer instead, positioning myself between Logan and the hunters. "I'm not leaving him."
Hannah appeared at my side, her face pale but determined. "What do you need?"
"Form a circle." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Around him. Now."
Hannah didn't question. She grabbed Sarah and Jessica, pulling them into position. Dad took his place, and Marcus—God bless him—stepped up too despite the
