NORA
Logan’s arms were still around me when I felt it, the weight of everything he wasn’t saying. His heart was racing, but not from the ride. His scent was calm on the surface, but I could feel the storm he was holding inside. It pressed against his skin like thunder behind glass.
I wanted to believe it was over. That after all the pain, the heartbreak, the lies, and the betrayals, we could finally breathe. But when he looked me in the eyes and said that the war wasn’t just about Sylvester… I knew peace wasn’t coming.
Not yet.
Still, his presence comforted me. His warmth grounded me. When I was wrapped in his arms, I didn’t feel like a broken she-wolf anymore. I felt like a Luna.
“I need to address the pack,” he said gently, brushing his knuckles against my cheek. “They need to be wa
