Noah's POV
I swipe angrily at my tears.
I don't even know why I'm crying exactly. I mean—I do. There are too many reasons. Too many knots tangling up my chest and making it hard to breathe.
I'm exhausted. My nerves are frayed to hell. And despite the firm way I spoke to Logan, despite how calm I tried to sound… I'm scared too.
Because if they could take Martin like that—in broad daylight, with Shepherds marching in and tearing through a crowd like they had every right to—it means none of us are safe. It means any one of us could be next.
Me.
Oliver.
Logan.
Especially Logan.
Because he rushes in first and thinks later. Because he's a reckless idiot who somehow still believes that his strength is the answer to every conflict, that love is protected with fangs and muscle.
