Logan's pov I sit on the edge of the couch, watching Freddie try to sleep, his breathing uneven, and my wolf, Steel, stirs inside me, restless, pushing me to do something, anything, to fix this. He’s been growling in my head all night, frustrated that we’re just sitting here while someone threatens Freddie, one of our pack.“We should be out there, tracking whoever’s doing this,” Steel says, his voice sharp in my mind, “not waiting for them to come to us.”“We don’t know who we’re looking for,” I tell him, keeping my face blank so Freddie doesn’t stir, “and we can’t just run off without a plan.”“Waiting’s going to get him hurt,” Steel snaps back, “and you know he’s more than just pack.”I pause because Steel keeps calling Freddie our mate, a word that’s been creeping into my thoughts for weeks, even though I haven’t let myself fully consider it. Freddie’s human, male, and pack bonds don’t work like that, or so I keep telling myself. “He’s not our mate,” I say firmly, “he’s pack, tha
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