“Father?”
Alpha Logan’s voice cracked, a single word shattering the walls he’d built around his heart for years. His emerald eyes locked onto the figure standing under the moonlight, the outline painfully familiar. His hands trembled, breath catching in his throat as he took a hesitant step forward, the cold wind slicing at his bare chest, but he didn’t feel it. All he felt was the surge of a child’s hope, a boy’s longing for the father he once loved.
“Logan, don’t be f*****g stupid,” his wolf snarled inside him, claws scraping at his mind. “Smell it. That’s not him.”
But Logan’s eyes glistened, memories rushing back, the nights by the fire, his father’s rough hands teaching him to shift for the first time, the harsh but loving voice telling him to run and never look back.
The figure o
