Annalise’s POV
“Why are you here, Logan?” I demand, my canine's bared as Astara rises to the surface ready to defend our pup. “You don’t belong here, Alpha Skye.”
Unhinged, my nails extend into claws. Somehow, Crimson Sky is behind this--I know it. I can feel it in my bones. It's too much of a coincidence that a poison that only grows in my pack shows up the day he and his Luna show up.
"Get out!" I shout, my hackles raised.
I expect Logan to rise and fight, to be angry that I'm trying to kick him out. That's the kind of wolf he's always been, reacting first and thinking second. He's never been one to handle being ordered around by anyone--especially someone he considers beneath him.
But he just sits there, still, almost completely unresponsive. Not a single snarl or twisted angry
