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NORA The air in the room was warm, laced with the scent of cedarwood, musk, and something raw, something that was purely Logan. The flames from the fireplace crackled softly, casting golden flickers across the stone walls and painting shadows on his sharp features. My heart hammered in my chest as I stood frozen, watching him move with effortless grace, like a predator who had already claimed his prey. Yet, there was no fear in me. Just anticipation. His steps were quiet, but each one sent waves of energy through me. His eyes, deep gold with flecks of amber, were soft, but behind them, I could sense the beast, restrained and patient. I perched on the edge of the couch, fingers twisting the hem of my shirt nervously. Arabella, my wolf, paced wildly inside me, tail swishing and ears perk