Azura's POV
I walked toward him.
Not fast. Not with any of the panic that was sitting in my chest. Just steady and deliberate, one foot in front of the other, crossing the yard toward the black wolf standing in the middle of it with those eyes that were getting darker by the second.
I could feel Torin behind me. The shift in his breathing. The particular quality of silence that came from a wolf reading a threat and deciding what to do about it. I needed to get between them before that decision finished making itself.
I kept walking.
When I reached Logan I raised my hand slowly and pressed my palm against his muzzle. He was warm. Hot, actually, the heat coming off him in waves, the way it always did when he was close to the edge of something.
I felt the tension in him under my hand, the coiled controlled energy of something that had made a decision and had not fully committed to whether it was going to hold to it.
