The healers arrived with Theodore and Xavier, their cloaks trailing against the stone floors as they crossed the courtyard. Their eyes scanned the estate carefully, alert in a way that spoke of both habit and unease. The tension was thick in Northridge, and even the healers could feel it as they walked toward Logan’s chambers.
The guards at the door straightened immediately, stepping aside to make way. The heavy wooden doors creaked open, and the trio entered.
Logan rose from his chair the moment they stepped in. He had been waiting, his frame rigid with impatience. “Thank you for coming,” he said, with a clipped but respectful tone.
The eldest healer inclined his head. “Alpha Logan,” he greeted evenly. “Why have you summoned us at such an hour?”
Logan’s lips pressed together, his jaw
