Logan's POV
Elliot's eyes lock with mine, and for a moment the world around us drops away. He stares at me with the same venom I feel burning through my chest. Fenrir snarls inside, clawing to be let out, but I cage him down with gritted teeth. I've already agreed to be civil when Elliot is around, there's no need to break that peace. Especially not here.
He turns away from me, breaking the tension, and bows to Kestrel, fist pressed over his chest. "Alpha Kestrel, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Fenrir's growl shudders against my ribs, and I bite it back hard enough that my jaw aches. What the hell? He's acting like they've never met. Why the fuck is he acting like they've never met? Rowan and I saw him at Selvorum. We saw him whispering into her ear at her own damn pack.
Kestrel inclines her scarred head, her tone civil. "The pleasure is all mine. This old crow"— she flicks her chin at Alpha Casper— "must trust you a lot to keep you by his side."
