Logan's POV

Tyler's scent carries tension when he requests the formal meeting, his usual confidence replaced by something that makes my Alpha instincts prickle with unease. I gesture for him to take a seat across from my desk, noting how Lucas immediately moves closer to Moira's chair and how her hand drops protectively to her belly.

The manila envelope Tyler places on my desk feels significant before I even open it.

"What's this about, Tyler?" I ...