The old woman glared at Logan, her lips trembling with rage, but she said nothing else.
Not when his wolf was pressing so hard against the bond, suffocating the air with raw dominance.
Zarya shifted awkwardly, her usual confidence rattled by Logan’s open threat. She moved to stand behind his mother, her lips tight, her eyes darting between Maya and Logan.
For once, Zarya didn’t dare speak.
Logan turned back to Maya, his face softening with guilt. He cupped her chin, forcing her eyes up to meet his. “I’m sorry. I should’ve prepared you. I should’ve made things clear to my family. I failed you.”
Maya’s throat tightened. Her eyes locked with his, and for a flicker of a second, she wanted to collapse into his arms.
But then she remembered Zarya’s smirk. His mother’s spit-laden insult. Th
