"Look, I'm not arguing that I'm correct, but we can't keep avoiding this." Logan's voice is low, and it is clear that he is tense. "It will be too late if we don't take action now."
Leaning against the doorframe, I observe him pacing the cramped, disorganized office. Every muscle in his body is tense with rage, and his hands are clenched, but there's also something more there that I'm beginning to realize. His responsibilities extend beyond commands and authority; they also include the individuals he is in charge of. The group. His pack.
I ought to be aware of this. Although I've heard the stories and seen it from the outside, living it is a very different experience. I haven't realized how much he carries since I've been preoccupied with my own issues. And now I find myself standing on
