LOGAN
I waited.
Pacing back and forth outside the packhouse, I kept my scent hidden, blending into the shadows like a ghost.
My patience was running thin, but I forced myself to stay put. Sylvester was still thinking it over, deciding whether he would let Nora work with me or not. It shouldn’t have taken this long, but I knew the kind of man he was, controlling, possessive, a leader who saw his mate as something to be kept, not given a choice.
I clenched my fists.
Nora was more than that. She was strong, fire, and everything he was too blind to see.
I exhaled sharply, trying to steady my thoughts, but then I saw her.
Through the window of her room, I caught a glimpse of her standing in front of the mirror. Her expression was unreadable, her shoulders tense as if she was carrying the weight of ……
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