Chapter sixty seven: I couldn't save him

Fiona's pov

The fog clung to the treetops like a warning no one could read.

Something was wrong.

Not the kind of wrong you could explain. The kind that lived in your bones.

I stood on the manor’s back steps with bare arms crossed, the early light spilling pale and cold across the woods. Logan had gone out before dawn, quiet and alone, despite everything. Despite what we’d learned about Rowan, about Mia.

He said he needed to clear his head.

But I felt it before anything else. Like something inside me tore.

I stumbled, clutching the doorframe as the breath left my lungs.

Then I ran.

The ridge woods were quieter than they should’ve been. The wind held its breath, the trees watching.

I followed the scent first was Logan’s blood.

It led me to the clearing.

He lay still in the grass, crumpled and unmoving. His shirt was soaked through, his chest rising in faint, shallow pulls. Red streaked the ground beneath him, too much to make sense of.

“Logan!”

I dropped to my knees, my hands hovering