A silence settled over the room as Logan’s words echoed, low and matter of fact. The boy I’d watched grow under the meticulous care of the royal Werewolf family had forged his own path with his little pack. He wasn't just stepping out of their shadow—he was building something new from the ground up.
Jonah turned toward him, blinking slowly like he was trying to line up a thought that kept sliding out of reach. "I’d o’ thought it’d be th’ end o’ me prospects. Buildin’ houses and such is right up me ally, howe’er."
Giving the older wolf a bored look, the preteen shrugged. “Stealing for the sake of it and stealing out of necessity are blurred lines, but the difference is one’s for thrills and the other isn’t.”
Shocked, Jonah looked over at me and asked, "Is he for real? He's an Alpha, but
