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A sharp, metallic click echoed from the doorway behind me, the sound of a hammer being pulled back on a heavy revolver. I froze, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as a shadow stretched across the marble floor toward me. "I told you he was a liar, Jane," Pierce’s voice said, sounding perfectly calm and terrifyingly triumphant in the dark. He stepped into the sliver of light, the barrel of his gun aimed directly at the back of my head. "He’s a Logan. It’s in his blood to betray. Now, end the cycle. End him, or I’ll end you both."

Soon, her confidence grew bold and unhinged beneath the privacy of the long timber table, her bare foot sliding out to suggestively rub against his shin armor. Because the core factions of the Pierce family maintained their primary ancestral strongholds within this specific Citadel sector, Logan now routinely anchored his physical presence here to systematically dismantle them, and Brooke’s scent trail naturally remained at his side. On the specific sun-cycles Logan refrained from navigating his path directly to the master quarters of Pierce Holdings, his massive frame remained locked inside the private study of their Harbor View Apartment. His presence operated as though he were trapped in

Third-person POV Logan was dead. Abby Cooper, his mother, fainted when she saw the pool of blood outside. Keegan Ewing, his father, stared in shock at the body that suddenly felt unfamiliar to him for a long time, unable to speak. When the police arrived, Logan was quickly covered in a black body bag. One of the officers asked, "Are any family members present?" After several attempts, there was no response. It wasn't until the police car was about to leave that Keegan snapped back to reality. He hurriedly spoke as he held the unconscious Abby in his arms. "We're his parents!"

Logan stood on a mountain close to Lakeside park as he coldly watched a two cars pulled up just at the entrance and his enemy stepped out and walked to open the car door for the woman he wanted, Logan's expression darkened as he watched sia step out of the car and held Emiliano's hand and took Diego out and placed him in his stroller, Logan was angered as he watched them act like a cute little happy family and of course he guessed they came for some sort of picnic because Emiliano's bodyguard was carrying a large bag as they went in "Sir everything is ready"Logan's assistant said as he came close to his boss and logan smirked "Direct it at Emiliano, make sure the target is emiliano not Sia"h

"There's the alpha, looking like a storm cloud about to burst." We approached Logan at the speed of a sloth on a sugar crash. The air crackled with tension as we limped closer, the silence broken only by the crunch of dead leaves under our paws. "What happened?" Logan barked, his voice laced with enough urgency to wake the dead. "Did you find the rogues?" We both nodded, then launched into a breathless explanation of the night's events. From the initial patrol gone wrong to the epic smackdown with the rogues, we spilled the beans (except for the slightly embarrassing bit about the rave wolves. We'd deal with that later).

Third Person's POV [Logan's POV] Logan and Gizmo, the chocolate coloured Labrador jogged towards Joy's house. Logan had got this dog from his friend who was going out for a two weeks' vacation. Perfect timing. He had offered to look after him since he knew that a dog would provide some sort of protection against what his uncle was plotting for him. He wasn't going to drag the poor creature into his mess, but he knew that a dog could threaten any man at least a bit. However, he wasn't sure about Gizmo. Although, he was sturdy, he was quite friendly with people. Gizmo had already warmed up to him.

Leigh’s POV “Tell me again the reason I’m not figeting and hiding under your warm bed with a box containing cookies and a blanket created out of denial?” Logan strolled to my side, handed me a mug containing strong coffee, the kind that could possibly raise the dead and within seconds, cancel regrets. “Because you’re no other person but Leigh Maverick,” he said, sitting comfortably beside me on the couch, “and from all I know Leigh Maverick doesn’t run. She's addicted to rewriting the damn story.”

He shrugged as we climbed out of the car. I grimaced as it finally settled into my mind that I was probably being let go from the program after two days. I frowned as I looked to the doors of the packhouse and saw Logan and Aurelia standing there like they were waiting for us. Shit, they already know. Did Jonathan tell them? Cillian maybe? Or did someone from Silvercloud report it up the chain, and Logan heard because he co-owns Kinsley? “Persephone…” Logan growled. As his eyes narrowed, I saw them fluctuating from his natural blue to the red of his wolf.

If Logan didn’t act now, the gun would go off, and it would all be over. So, with a surge of confidence, Logan clenched his fist and stepped out from behind the cabin. Quickly, he saw what was happening. Luigi was stepping aside. Willow was reaching for him, Carl still in his arms. Without thinking, Logan lunged forward, hollering as he did so. Giulia pulled the trigger, and a burst of pain exploded in Logan’s chest. Hurling backwards through the air, Logan saw a flash of white light in his eyes as he fell to the ground in a loud thud.

"Besides, you can't accuse Logan without hard proof. Have you forgotten what he did to you the last time?" "You mean what you did?" Logan Parker almost ruined her career once, she was not going to let him do it again. "I'm not investigating him." Yet. "But I need help with the investigations around the two shootings and Kyle Davids' poisoning." David sat up straight and leaned over the table. "What? Kyle was poisoned?" Zoe nodded. "Do you think Logan had something to do with it?" She shrugged, unsure of what to think. "It doesn't strike me as his style, we both know how he operates. But Kyle's wife seems to think that Logan is responsible."