Logan's POV

The concrete walls of the cell house press in around me as Atlas paces beneath my skin, his bloodlust feeding mine until I can barely think straight. Dominic sits chained to the interrogation chair, blood trickling from his split lip, and every instinct screams at me to finish what we started.

'He hurt our mate,' Atlas snarls in my mind. 'Let me tear his throat out.'

My hands shake with the effort of keeping them human. Through our twin bond, I feel Lucas's ...