NORA
I sat beside Logan in the car, staring out the window, but my heart was still back in that packhouse.
Red Moon.
I should have felt nothing.
I should have smiled and thanked the Moon Goddess that I was finally out of that hell.
But the truth?
My chest still ached. A dull, throbbing pain that refused to go away. Even after everything he did… a part of me still hurt for him.
Sylvester.
He didn’t say a word to me. Not even a glance. But I saw it in his eyes. The pain. The regret. The longing.
Too late.
I turned my head to look at Logan. He was quiet, driving with one hand and the other resting protectively on my thigh. His warmth was my anchor. His touch, steady and sure.
Our wolves were in a different world.
He didn’t say anything either. But I could feel his tension.
“I’m o
