Logan's POV

The scent hits me firstblood and pain so thick it makes my wolf howl inside my chest.

'Mate. Our mate is hurt.'

My brother Lucas moves beside me, his rage a living thing that makes the air crackle. We've both felt it for the past hourthe pull, the desperate need to find her, the agony that isn't ours but tears through us anyway.

Even from this distance, I can smell the extent of her injuries. Fresh blood, old wounds, ...