Logan found Kira before dawn, unable to sleep after the incident in the training yard, his hands still carrying a faint tremor he could not fully explain.
"I need your help," he said, finding her already awake by the stable fire, as she always seemed to be whatever hour he sought her out.
"With what?"
"My wolf reacted yesterday without my permission," Logan said. "My eyes changed before I decided to move at all. I did not choose that moment, Kira. Something else chose it for me."
Kira studied him carefully, setting aside the blade she had been cleaning. "What triggered it?"
"Adrian touched Elena's hand." The admission cost him something to say aloud, the rawness of it settling uncomfortably in his chest. "I do not understand why that specifically would provoke something strong enough
