Alpha Logan’s footsteps echoed down the corridor as he left the room. Anger was solidly etched on his face, his back rigid as though carved from stone. Theodore remained behind in the sitting room, his chest heavy with a weight he could not shake. The image of Samantha being dragged away and thrown into the cell replayed over and over in his mind.
She was his fiancée. His mate. And yet, in the span of moments, she had been reduced to nothing but a criminal in Logan’s eyes. Theodore clenched his fists until his nails dug into his palms. He knew Samantha had been wrong—lying to the Alpha was an offense no one could overlook—but did it have to come to this?
When Logan entered the sitting room, the tension became unbearable. The other wolves, Theodore and Xavier straightened, their heads bow
