Elena POV
Alpha Logan’s cold, piercing gaze swept over the clearing, instantly silencing everyone. The tension in the air was thick, and his presence alone was enough to make everyone stand a bit straighter, their eyes lowering in respect—or maybe even fear. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and measured, but there was an unmistakable edge to it.
“What’s going on here?” Alpha Logan asked, his tone brooking no nonsense.
One of the werewolves, the one with dark hair streaked with silver, stepped forward, clearly uneasy. He glanced around at the crowd before clearing his throat. “Alpha Logan, there was a fight here. We heard the noise and saw the lightning, so we came to check it out. When we got here, everyone had shifted back, and Ethan—” He hesitated, his gaze flicking nervously
