Avyanne's pov

Morning with Logan was not a gentle one at all. Blair had drawn mornings out with teasing

smiles and Logan ruled the dawn like a tyrant. The air in his wing seemed to hum with discipline

even before the sun touched the windows.

“Up.” His voice was sharp, cutting through the remnants of my sleep.

I blinked against the dim light, dragging myself upright. My body still ached from the relentless

training he had forced on me yesterday, every bruise is a signature of his control. My ...