"Tell me everything," Logan said quietly, his voice unsteady now despite his attempt at composure. "The night itself. What actually happened."
Bram was silent for a long moment, clearly steeling himself against memory he had perhaps spent eighteen years trying desperately not to revisit so thoroughly.
"It began without warning," he said finally, his voice carrying the particular hollow quality of someone forced to recall genuine trauma. "We believed ourselves secure, Logan. Your father's defenses had held strong for years, our territory protected by careful alliance and considerable military strength. The attack came regardless, overwhelming us within hours despite every precaution we believed sufficient."
"Who attacked?" Logan pressed, though he suspected he already understood the answ
