"Kira takes a deep breath. She’ll probably cry later, yes, once she’s safely hidden behind closed doors. But right now, she steadies herself. She glances at her reflection in the polished floor: a simple blue dress and flats, her hair falling unassumingly to her shoulders.<br />Then, she looks at Logan.<br />He’s sprawled on a chair in the middle of the room like a king on his throne, his presence effortlessly dominating the hushed crowd encircling them. He sits in silence, his full lips sealed, and as a result, the room holds its collective breath.<br />She can’t cry now—not when he’s still looking at her like that, not when they’re surrounded by so many prying eyes.<br />“Why?” she whispers instead, her voice barely audible.<br />It’s a silly question, really, to ask someone like Logan. Logan, who is everything one desires in a leader and a man. While Kira… well, Kira is nothing. A shifter without a wolf is nothing."
