Barnett's eyes narrowed as he processed what his grandson had said. Slowly, he nodded, a serious expression settling on his face. "Understood. This secret stays with us," he said, his voice firm. He turned to Begon and Reynolds, his gaze sharpening. "You both heard what Logan said. No one else can know about this. Do you understand?"
"Yes, we understand!" Begon and Reynolds answered in unison, both nodding quickly, their faces somber.
Logan gave them a satisfied smile. Now that they were all on the same page, a heavy weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. Keeping this secret was crucial, not only for the safety of their tribe, but also to protect the identity and future of the Silver Mane Tribe. If word got out that he was more than just a prodigious young warrior, there could be too many complications, too many eyes on them. This unified silence would protect them; for now.