Chapter 44. Marked Lady

Logan’s POV

I hear a low growl rumble from him, deep and guttural, and the next thing I know, Harlan’s wolf bursts free. His form shifts so fast it’s like a blur of fur and muscle, his massive frame materializing in front of me with startling force.

Harlan.

The one who’s usually calm, measured, and rational. The one who always plays by the rules, always thinks ten steps ahead. That brother doesn’t exist right now. This Harlan is feral. His wolf is pacing, claws digging into the dirt, eyes flashing with something primal.

And I know exactly why.

I don’t hesitate—I can’t. My wolf surges forward too, bones snapping, fur sprouting, muscles stretching and burning until I’m on four legs facing him. The tension between us is unbearable, heavy enough to crush air from my lungs.

He growls, low and threatening, and I growl right back. If he thinks I’ll cower down, he’s dead wrong.

“What are you gonna do?” I ask, my voice echoing through the link