Logan's POV
The garden at midnight is empty, bathed in silver moonlight. Ancient oak trees cast long shadows across manicured lawns. I stand beneath the largest tree, waiting.
Footsteps approach—Quinn, moving with cop caution, one hand near his hip where a weapon would be.
"You came," I say quietly.
"You said you'd show me what you are." His voice is hard, suspicious. "So show me."
"Alright. Once I shift, I won't be able to speak. But watch. And understand." I take a breath, feeling my wolf stir beneath my skin. "I'm a werewolf. A regional Alpha. And I believe Lynn is one too."
Quinn's hand moves toward his hip. "That's insane—"
"Watch."
I let the change come.
Finally, my wolf growls in my mind. Show him our truth.
My eyes shift first—gold flooding in, luminous in the darkness. T
