"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Logan's voice cut through the air, sharp and venomous, as he stood at the entrance of Aria's private quarters. His presence was a silent threat, each word coated in malice, but it didn't faze her.
Aria met his eyes with an unflinching gaze. "You should be," she replied, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart. She was no longer the fragile wolf he once controlled. She had learned, grown, and most of all, she had learned to protect herself—whether it was from Logan or from the rising storm in her heart.
Logan stepped forward, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "You're still the same weakling. You'll always be mine." His words were like a dagger, each one meant to pierce her, to remind her of the helplessness she once felt.