LOGAN POV
I sat in the war throne chamber of Ivory Moon and the walls here were thick enough to silence the outside halls but not thick enough to silence what was inside my head and today I had no patience left.
My father, Bruno, sat on the throne as the crowned Alpha and I was the heir, but this was still his official court and his official voice held the final authority.
He tapped the table once and he did not raise his voice because the silence was heavier than shouting.
He said quietly that my last raid failed. I leaned on the table and kept my eyes steady and I told him that I sent them to drag Isla back because that was the only goal that mattered.
He told me again that they failed and he said that I was losing control and I felt Ronan move under my skin because Ronan hated being told that by anyone.
