#Chapter 13:A Sparring of Sorts

(Logan’s POV) I can’t take my eyes off her. Evelyn stands across the ballroom like she owns the damn place—radiant, unshaken, a vision I barely recognize. her hair swept up to reveal the delicate lines of her neck. She's smiling, talking, laughing softly with some pompous Alpha who clearly doesn’t deserve her attention. This isn’t the Evelyn I remember. The woman I knew was quiet. Soft. Timid, even. She never raised her voice, never challenged me. She clung to me like I was the sun and she was afraid of the dark. She didn’t step out without asking, didn’t speak unless spoken to in front of the pack. And yet, here she is—commanding attention, making the most powerful wolves in this room gravitate toward her like moths to a flame. I watch her laugh at something one of them says. She tilts her head back, her eyes glinting, mouth curved in amusement. My jaw tightens. My fists curl at my sides, the fine fabric of my suit straining around my knuckles. Every inch of me wants to w