LOGAN
I heard the voice just as I was settling in next to Nora.
“Logan…?”
My entire body froze.
Amada. What the hell was she still doing here?
I glanced down at Nora, who was still breathing softly, curled against my chest. She hadn’t stirred. Good.
Moving as silently as I could, I slipped out from under the covers, tucking the blanket around her to keep her warm. Then I padded toward the door, cracking it open just enough to slip into the hallway.
There she was. Amada.
Leaning against the wall like she hadn’t just broken into my pack house. Her arms were crossed, and her expression unreadable. Her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, and her eyes… they didn’t look jealous. They didn’t look angry either.
They looked… sad.
“Amada,” I whispered sharply, stepping out and shutting
