Chapter 93

Alyssa The moment War takes over, I feel it. His posture changes, his shoulders square with a hardened, unsettling confidence, his jaw sets with a sharpness completely different than Logan's. His steel-gray eyes narrow and darken, and a slow, wicked smirk slithers across his face. The air seems to thicken with a menacing aura—not like King's, whose darkness feels protective and safe to me. No, this is different, like an unhinged, wild animal holding off on eating you until it finds the perfect moment. But I still mean what I said...I trust Logan and his alter.