Chapter 171

War POV

When King, Niko, and Mason come back into the barn with Alyssa, her eyes are red and puffy—like she’s been crying for hours, not minutes.

Logan stirs the second he sees her.

I feel him clawing toward the surface, raw and frantic, like he thinks he can actually do something helpful. Like seeing her like this is enough to break whatever self-control he thinks he has left.

It was bad enough watching King carry her out mid-panic attack.

But now?

She’s curled up in his lap, arms wrapped around herself like she’s doing everything she can not to fall apart again.

Logan’s losing his goddamn mind.

I grit my teeth as I shove him back where he belongs—caged in the farthest corner of our mind.

Not the fucking time, I snap.

But he doesn’t listen.

He never fucking listens.

His obsession pulses louder in my skull—sharp, needy, a wire stretched too thin.

She’s scared, War. She needs us.

No, she doesn’