LOGAN'S POV
I arrived at the rendezvous point twenty minutes later. It was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, half-swallowed by weeds and silence.
Ana was already there, her dark hair pulled into a braid, her leather jacket glinting faintly under the dim light.
“You came,” she said.
“You said it was urgent,” I replied. “What’s this about?”
She glanced around, then stepped closer. “It’s Julian.”
I stiffened. “What about him?”
“He’s planning something,” she said quietly. “An attack.”
My eyes narrowed. “An attack on who?”
“Mooncrest.”
The word hung between us like a blade.
I stared at her, trying to gauge if she was lying. “You’re serious?”
She nodded. “Dead serious. He’s been building alliances, gathering resources, preparing his wolves. He’s not coming for peace t
