LOGAN’S POV
The council chamber reeked of tension—thick, suffocating, unrelenting. I could feel the weight of a thousand unsaid words pressing against my chest as Father’s voice thundered across the hall, his tone as sharp as a blade.
He’d gathered us—me, Zane, and Noah—for what he called a “necessary conversation” about packs politics and duty. Those words alone were enough to make me suspicious. Alpha Faron never spoke of dutyunless he wanted something.
“Your time as heirs without responsibility has passed,” he declared, his piercing gray eyes sweeping over us like a storm. “It’s time the Mooncrest Pack had a new Alpha. One of you must step forward, it even better all three of you,”
I exchanged a look with my brothers. Noah’s brow furrowed, while Zane let out a low, sarcastic chuckl
