Logan’s face softened for a heartbeat, but the coldness returned quickly like it never left. “Maya,” he sighed, rubbing his temple, “you know my mother isn’t… perfect. She’s manipulative, controlling, and sometimes cruel...but she’s still my mother. She’s never harmed me, and she never will. Don’t start throwing wild accusations around without proof.”
The words burned her like acid.
“Without proof?” she echoed bitterly. “Logan, she’s been dripping venom in this pack since the f*****g day I stepped foot here! You don’t need proof to see the way she looks at me...as if she’s ready to bury a knife in my back.”
He didn’t reply. He just stared at the floor, his jaw locked, his wolf energy flickering weakly beneath his skin.
Maya took a deep breath, forcing her fury to settle. “How are you f
