Logan leapt forward, his eyes glowing bright, and his voice booming like thunder.
“I was only a child when it happened!” His chest heaved, his fists trembling at his sides. “I knew nothing of it. I could do nothing to stop it. Why—” his voice cracked with fury and despair—“why must I be punished for sins that were never mine to bear?”
The air thickened around them, heavy with tension. Freya’s heart squeezed painfully as she watched him, torn between the rage of an Alpha and the torment of a boy trapped in memories not his own.
Before the silence could collapse into violence, a calm but firm voice cut through.
“Alpha Logan.”
The ancient healer stepped forward. His robes brushed against the stone as his hands rose in a peaceful gesture. His face, weathered with centuries, bore the weigh
