Chris’s POV

Logan’s silence was deafening. What was he waiting for before striking?

Since he revealed his intentions, he should act accordingly, but he had been quiet. It was scary.

“Why not accept that the grenades killed him?” my wolf asked.

I ignored him, still picking at the food on my plate. There was no way that could kill him.

I badly regretted not turning back to know what happened. He’d be hurt but not dead.

Surely, Logan would need ...