CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
I push through the front door of the Ironfur pack house, Logan's hand clasped in mine. The entryway buzzes with the energy of my packmates, laughter and chatter adding warmth to the cool air. My heart thumps, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in my chest. The moment we step inside, a cheer erupts from the gathered wolves.
"Finally!" someone hollers from the back, and a blush rises on my cheeks.
Logan's grip tightens, his mouth quirking up into that smile that always seems to reach his deep brown eyes, eyes that have held my admiration for as long as I can remember. His presence, strong beside me, sends a jolt of confidence straightening my spine.
"Looks like we're the talk of the pack," he whispers, leaning close enough for his breath to tickle my ear.
"See
