LOGAN'S POV
My car pulled up to Highridge Estate just after midnight.
The headlights sliced through it, but the real lights came from the crowd of reporters jammed at the iron gates, cameras flashing like storm lightning, microphones shoved forward like weapons.
Shouted questions hit me as I pushed through the pack, ignoring the bright stabs and the noise.
"Alpha Logan, are you teaming up with Highridge now?"
"What's Blue Moon's take in this relic scandal?"
My wolf bristled inside, fur standing on end, but I kept my steps even, shoulders back. The gate guard waved me in with a quick nod, and there she was... Riley at the door, her face pale as fresh snow under the porch light, dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days.
"Thanks for coming," she said, her voice almost too quiet to hear. "I didn't know who else to call."
"Let's sort this out," I replied, stepping inside. "Tell me everything."
