Logan POV.

I sat behind my massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled, eyes intently focused on the door. My office was a fortress of solitude adorned with relics of past battles and tokens of power—a testament to my authority as the Alpha. Yet, recent events concerning Luna stirred a mix of curiosity and suspicion within me, more so than usual.

A knock on the door pulled me from my reverie. “Enter,” I commanded, my voice echoing the weight of my position. ...