CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The scent of antiseptic fades as I push through the infirmary doors, my legs steadier than I expect. Each step is a silent victory over the weakness that had shackled me to that sterile bed. The moon's healing gift pulses under my skin, stitching together what was torn apart.
I find Logan in the corridor, his back against the cool concrete wall. His gaze, usually so calm and commanding, flickers with an intensity that ties my stomach into knots. I've always admired him from the shadows of our pack's hierarchy, but now, standing before him, I'm no longer a distant spectator. I'm the epicenter of his storm.
"Hey," I say, my voice steady despite the tremors inside me.
"Mia." He pushes off the wall, brown eyes searching mine. "You look... better."
I nod, pushing a str
