Logan's POV

My office feels smaller than ever with the weight of what we're discussing pressing against the mahogany-paneled walls. Rita stands beside my desk with her medical charts, clinical concern carved into every line of her face. Maya hovers near the window with ancient knowledge and warnings that chill my blood. Lucas paces behind the chairs like his wolf wants to tear through the walls, restless energy crackling off him in waves that I feel through our twin ...