Avyaane's pov

Morning came too quickly in Logan’s wing, his wing was like a place that doesn't give a peaceful

morning. The harsh ring of his alarm wasn’t like Blair’s lazy drawl or Killian’s silence. It was loud,

sharp, meant to jolt someone awake like a soldier. I was still rubbing the sleep from my eyes

when Logan’s voice cut through the haze.

“On your feet.”

I groaned, clutching the sheets tighter around me. “It’s barely dawn.”

“That’s the point.” He stood at the ...