#Chapter 89: Memories

MAGGIE Seven Years Ago “I don’t believe this,” he murmured, eyes wide as he took a step closer. “We actually found each other.” We stood there in the clearing, surrounded by tangled branches and mist, the world narrowing down to this single moment. This stranger—this beautiful, solid, stunning stranger—had a voice that somehow felt familiar and a presence that reached inside my ribcage and pulled. He smiled. “What’s your name?” “Maggie,” I whispered. “Yours?” “Logan.” I grinned, my heart racing for the first time in what felt like forever. “Hi, Logan.” He let out a breathless laugh. “Hi, Maggie.” For a few precious seconds, it was just us. No packs. No blood. No war. Just fate. Our wolves were already circling each other beneath the surface, drawn and tethered in that invisible, impossible way only fated mates could be. Then I tilted my head. “What are you doing all the way out here? You’re a long way from any patrol lines.” His smile dimmed, and he glanced ove