Highridge, Northern Woods...
(RILEY'S POV )
The moment our eyes met, everything stopped. It was like the world forgot how to breathe, and so did I.
Logan stood at the gate... commanding, the way only an Alpha could be. The night breeze swayed through the towering pines behind him, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears.
He looked exactly how I remembered him, yet so different.
Time had sharpened his features, sculpted his jawline, and added a quiet strength to the man he'd become. His once boyish smile was long gone, replaced with the cold Alpha who had seen too much.
The soft light from the porch lamps framed his face, and the sight made my chest tighten.
"Lo… Logan?" I whispered again, my voice barely audible.
He didn't move or blink. Those piercing blue eyes held me in place like a spell... a storm raging silently within them.
