The morning sun didn’t rise peacefully over the Guardian Pack...it bled through the clouds like a wound that refused to close. Alpha Logan stood shirtless in his training room, fists pounding against a sandbag until the leather tore open and sand spilled across the floor. His muscles gleamed with sweat, veins bulging, his knuckles raw. The air smelled of iron and fury. Every punch echoed the chaos inside him.
The rumors had spread faster than wildfire.
Alpha Logan fell in love in another pack.
The whispers were poison, dripping into the hearts of his people.
He could feel their eyes on him when he walked through the training grounds, the way the warriors bowed out of respect but kept their gazes down. They feared him, yes...but they pitied him too. That pity was worse than death.
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