Inside Logan’s chambers, the air was filled with the faint scent of burnt incense and crushed herbs. The healers stood before him, their heads slightly bowed, speaking in hushed tones as though the walls themselves might listen.
“The hybrid,” one of them said softly, his eyes flicking to the closed door, “she has attained her full powers. It is time.”
Logan frowned, unsure he’d heard right. “Time for what?”
“To fulfill her purpose,” the older healer, Eldrin, answered. “The balance is shifting, Alpha. Her power has matured completely, and this is the moment the kingdom has waited for. If she bears your pups, it will not only strengthen your bloodline but also break the curse that binds you.”
Logan’s brows furrowed. His curse — the shadow that followed him, born from Nicole’s vengeance
