Logan's POV
Richardson's warning from this morning crushes down on me as I sit in my dark apartment, staring at the wall I share with Lynn.
She doesn't belong to you. Lynn's destiny may be larger than either of you anticipated.
The rational part of me understands this. If Lynn is truly Ravencrest bloodline, destined for something greater than being tied to one regional Alpha, then I have no right to bind her to me before she knows the truth.
But my wolf howls with rage at the thought of letting her go. Of watching another werewolf—someone deemed more suitable by the alliance—court my mate while I stand aside.
A soft knock at my door makes my heart hammer. I don't need enhanced senses to know it's Lynn.
I freeze, every instinct warring. My hand actually lifts toward the doorknob befor
