Logan's pov“Faster, Fiona,” I muttered, jaw tight as we cut through the forest.She was at my side, her fire glowing faint in the night, her hair still damp from the river. “I’m not slowing you, wolf. You’re bleeding again.”“I’ll bleed when I’m dead,” I shot back, pushing harder.“Arrogant,” she hissed.“Yours,” I growled, not looking back.Her silence lasted only seconds. “Then prove it. Don’t stumble into your pack half-dead. Stand tall.”My chest tightened at the command in her voice. My mate. My fire.Even when she cursed me, she made me stronger.The trees broke. The Whiteclaw stronghold sprawled below, torches blazing, drums echoing. A crowd filled the courtyard, howling chants rising. At the center, Rowan. Cloaked, smug, standing tall before the altar stone. And at his side… Amaiya, her belly swollen, her smile sharp.My wolf snarled so loud it shook the ground under my boots.“She’s carrying your blood,” Fiona said coldly, fire crackling at her hands.“No,” I snapped, eyes l
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