LOGAN
The moon was high and full, casting a silver glow across the land outside our packhouse. Inside, the quiet was heavier than usual. Nora was still asleep, curled under the covers, her fingers locked with mine like she was holding on for life itself. I stayed beside her until her breathing turned deep, steady, until I knew she was truly resting.
Only then did I pull my hand away, gently, and leave the room.
My chest still carried the scent of blood and smoke. My claws itched beneath my skin, but I kept them hidden. The beast inside me was not done fighting, but right now, it wasn’t time for war. It was time for answers.
And there was only one wolf I trusted enough to speak to tonight.
Cain.
We hadn’t spoken properly in days. Weeks maybe. Ever since the attacks started, we had sp
