LOGAN
War was coming.
I felt it in my bones, in the way the wind moved through the trees, in how the air smelled, sharp, like steel and smoke.
The attack on my birthday wasn’t random. Red Moon had tried to end us. And even though their cowardly warriors fled before finishing what they started, they made one mistake…
They didn’t kill me.
And that would cost them everything.
I stood in the center of the training field, sweat rolling down my bare chest as I threw another warrior to the ground. The thud echoed through the air, followed by the heavy panting of exhausted men around me. No one complained. No one asked for a break. They knew better.
“Again!” I barked.
Another line of warriors stepped forward. Shadowcrest is the biggest pack, but we had loyalty, discipline, and something R
