Alpha Logan's mother lingered at the edge of the room, her hands folded neatly, her crocodile tears gone now, replaced with a glimmering smirk that she didn’t bother to hide once Maya turned her back.
She whispered to herself, too low for anyone to hear...except the walls that always remembered.
“I didn’t get enslaved by the Khronwolves for nothing. I wasn’t their fool,” she murmured, her lips curling. “They taught me their witchcraft, their curses, their f*****g signs… I learned every dark piece of it. And now, Logan will finally learn to listen to me.”
Her smirk deepened, cruel and venomous, as if the thought alone gave her power. Soon, my son, you’ll have no choice but to crawl.
The door creaked, pulling Maya’s attention away. The Moonhealer arrived, his presence quiet but commandin
