Logan's POV

The night was drawing in, and the tension in the villa was palpable. The biting cold air only added to the somber atmosphere when the elders finally arrived. I, who was sitting beside Adolf’s bed, immediately rose as they entered. The elders were respected figures among the wolves, but tonight, I could only feel the burning frustration inside me.

One of the elders, an old man named Thorne with white hair and sharp eyes, approached Adolf as he lay pale on the bed. Thorne placed his hand on Adolf’s chest, feeling the energy around him. A serious expression was etched on his face. “The wolf has been activated...