It had been a week since that bitter encounter with Kia. The pack had been holding its breath, trying to recover from the chaos that followed. Logan had barely spoken much since then — the silence that filled their small quarters was heavy, tense, and unspoken.

He sat now at the corner of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring into space as if searching for meaning in the cracked wall before him. The air in the room was still, save for the faint sounds of the wind brushing against the wooden ...