LOGAN
The wind outside howled like a wounded beast, thrashing against the thick stone walls of Shadowcrest. The sky was dark, storm clouds choking out the moonlight. It matched the storm inside my chest.
I stood outside the door for a second too long, letter still in my hand. My fingers were curled tight around it, crumpling the edges. My wolf paced beneath my skin, wild and restless. The scent of danger clung to the air like smoke.
It had come, just like she feared. The letter. But not from the man who I had thought or imagined. This one bore the King’s seal.
A royal request for peace.
No threats. No commands. Just… a quiet message.
“Let’s end the blood before it swallows us all.”
I didn’t trust it. Not yet. But I couldn’t ignore it either.
Still, none of that mattered as much as
