Logan's POV

The forest blurs past in shades of green and brown as I run deeper into Crimson Eclipse territory. Pine needles slice across my skin, branches tearing at my clothes, but the physical pain feels distant compared to the war raging inside my skull.

'Get away from her. Get away before you hurt her again.'

Atlas whimpers in confusion, my wolf's distress echoing through every muscle fiber as I push harder. The scent of moss and damp earth ...