Alpha Logan sighed deeply, his chest heavy as though chains dragged across his ribs. Inside him, his wolf growled viciously, a beast clawing at his insides, demanding he not f*****g break. “Be strong, you bastard,” the wolf snarled, its voice laced with fury.
Marcus’s hand was already clasped around Aurora’s. Their eyes flickered toward Logan with grim determination. Aurora, pale but fierce, whispered, “We have a plan.”
Marcus added, his tone sharp as steel, “We’ll handle it. Just hold it together.”
Logan’s fingers twitched. His instincts screamed at him to tear something apart, to fight the shadows suffocating him, but instead, he exhaled slowly and forced himself to act like the Alpha. He reached out, his hand rough and calloused, and gripped Marcus’s hand...firm, anchoring.
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