Logan POV.
I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled, eyes intently focused on the door. My office was a fortress of solitude adorned with relics of past battles and tokens of power—a testament to my authority as the Alpha. Yet, recent events concerning Luna stirred a mix of curiosity and suspicion within me, more so than usual.
A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. “Enter," I commanded, my voice echoing the weight of my position. The door opened, and Marcus, my trusted henchman, appeared. He bowed slightly, respect etched in his posture, clutching a folder—the contents of which I knew carried the weight of significant information.
“Alpha," Marcus began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of urgency as he stepped inside. He approached my desk and placed
