Logan’s POV
“What does that mean?” Liam demanded, his voice cutting through the thick air like a blade.
Keziah didn’t even flinch. Her eyes narrowed, silencing him with a single, razor-sharp glare.
“It means,” she said slowly, voice low and heavy with something that felt too close to foreboding, “her perception of certain events triggers a depth of emotion that would drown most others. Where another she-wolf might feel sadness, she feels devastation. Where they’d feel joy, she is consumed by it. But it doesn’t stop there—she doesn’t just feel her own emotions. She absorbs others’, too. To such an extent that it blurs the line between where they end and she begins.”
She paused, letting the weight of that truth settle on us like a stone.
“I believe she’s developed a semblance of control
