CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The full moon hangs heavy in the sky, its silver light casting long shadows across the abandoned warehouse district. I'm running alongside Logan, his breath steady as we charge through the maze of concrete and steel—the rest of the Ironfur pack hot on our heels. Tonight's rescue mission has a single purpose: save Henry, and bring him back to the safety of our secret urban haven.
Logan leads with the kind of confidence that only the Beta of our pack can possess, his brown eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of trouble. I've always admired how he carries himself—the way he moves with purpose, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring. Even now, when uncertainty hangs in the air like a thick fog, he seems undaunted.
"Almost there," he whispers over his shoulder, no
