Logan's POV

Atlas roars through the bond link as we pound across the battlefield toward Lucas's location. The metallic taste of blood and sulfur fills my mouth even from this distance.

'Lucas is hurt. Really fucking hurt.'

Through our twin connection, I feel his pain like phantom wounds across my own body—deep gashes that burn instead of heal, ribs screaming with every breath, exhaustion dragging at his limbs like lead weights.

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