Logan

For the first time in weeks, it's me when I wake up.

No growling.

No barked threats.

No pressure pounding behind my eyes like War's trying to crack my skull open from the inside out.

Just... silence.

And the soft, steady beat of someone else's heart.

Hers.

Alyssa's curled in King's arms on the bed across from me, her new red hair spilling over the pillow like a halo—serene, weightless. Like even in all this chaos, she still thinks he's ...