"Stay behind me," Logan whispered, pushing Mia toward the fireplace. His body trembled with effort as he faced Marcus, summoning strength he didn't have.
"Don't be dramatic, Hale." Marcus rolled his eyes. "If we wanted you dead, you wouldn't be standing."
The front door swung open, and three figures entered—two men and a woman, all carrying the same air of authority as Marcus. The woman, silver-haired and elegant despite her hiking clothes, stepped forward.
"I apologize for the theatrics," she said, her British accent crisp in the firelit room. "The others are merely a precaution."
"Against what?" Mia asked, finding her voice.
"Against him." The woman nodded toward Logan. "Rejected alphas can be... unpredictable."
Logan growled, the sound barely human.
"I'm Dr. Eleanor Wilder." The
