Immediately, the sharp snap of a mind link slammed into Alpha Logan’s head.
Fergus said, "Alpha… we have a problem. The deal’s off. I—I couldn’t keep it. The Ironclaw Pack… they’re trying to backstab us."
Logan’s entire demeanor shifted, lips curling into a cold snarl. His hands balled into fists at his sides, jaw tightening with a crack. The room around him blurred for a second—not from fear, but from fury.
He growled, low and dangerous, already striding toward the armor rack. “You can’t handle a simple f*****g task, Fergus?” he barked, his voice razor-sharp. “Where the f**k are you right now?”
"By the border. They sent emissaries to distract me. Meanwhile, their scouts circled into the woods—Logan, this was coordinated," Fergus responded.
Logan’s fingers twitched as he snatched hi
