LOGAN
I stood at the edge of Shadowcrest’s main camp, facing the horizon where the trees whispered and the fog clung to the earth like a veil. The wind was cold, but my blood ran hotter than ever. The night had been long, every second heavier than the last. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Not when half of my warriors were still out there… waging war.
Nora stood beside me in silence, wrapped in a black cloak. Her hair was loose, blowing in the breeze, her eyes sharp and distant. She hadn’t said much since we got the flare. Her arms were folded tight against her chest, but I could still feel her strength, like steel beneath silk.
And then… movement.
The trees parted, and they returned.
My warriors, bloodied, bruised, but walking tall. The first figure to step out was Cain. My Beta. His armo
