Freya took a step back from him, her pulse thudding in her ears. Logan’s hand dropped to his side, and for a fleeting second, the Alpha who had silenced a courtyard full of wolves looked… uncertain. The weight of what had just happened pressed between them—his fury, her desperation, the pleading that still echoed faintly in the air.
“Freya,” he said softly, his voice rough around the edges, almost like he was fighting himself. “Calm down. I’ll… I’ll try to do something.”
Try. That word hung in the air like a weak promise.
Freya’s throat tightened. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to think that the man who had just defended her so fiercely would move mountains to make things right—but she couldn’t. Not anymore. Not after everything she’d seen, after all the blood and chaos that foll
