Logan's POV
We're halfway to the Stronghold before I realise that my wolf is silent.
My fear is infinite, the ache in my shoulder throbs like a bitch, my heart beats wildly, keeping time with the pulse in my ears. I can't feel my own breathing.
I'm running faster than I should, pushing myself harder than I'm supposed to. Noah's running at my side, eyes wide and wild, hair bouncing with each step. The green-haired Beta—Delia, I think—is sprinting just ahead, her sneakers slapping the concrete.
I can't get her words out of my head.
"It's Pellus. He's climbed to the top of the Stronghold. He says he's going to jump."
Pellus.
He's just a kid.