ELENA
The medallion caught the light again as Logan turned it slowly in his hand, making sure everyone could see it. Whispers had already started rippling through the crowd before he even spoke again, but when he did, his voice was sharp and commanding—meant for everyone.
“A Silverclaw crest,” he said, just loud enough to be casual. Just loud enough to spark fire.
Gasps cut through the courtyard.
Someone near me muttered, “But I thought it was rogues…”
Another voice: “Does this mean Silverclaw broke the treaty?”
Logan let the silence stretch just long enough before continuing. “I wonder,” he said, c*****g his head slightly, “if that’s why Derek was so quick to offer his help. So eager to run off and ‘defend’ us.”
I blinked, stunned.
“What the hell are you implying?” I asked sharply
