Alpha Logan’s jaw ticked as he stalked across the creaking wooden floor, his eyes flicking to the windows where moonlight tried to crawl in through the dirty glass. “Close all the f*****g curtains. Now.”
Maya blinked at him from the couch, her eyes shadowed and heavy, exhaustion pulling at her bones like iron shackles. She reached up weakly, yanking the curtains closed, darkness swallowing the room.
“We’re going to the Guardian Pack as soon as the path is clear,” Logan muttered, checking the last window himself, pulling the threadbare cloth so hard it almost tore. His wolf rumbled beneath his skin, pacing with impatience, hungry for blood, for vengeance, for the cleansing violence that would follow.
Maya exhaled, her shoulders slumping, and she fell back onto the couch, pressing a hand
