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A sudden crack pierces the frozen silence, followed by the distinct sound of breaking glass. Logan is in motion before the echoes fade, a dark shape against the moonlit snow as he barrels out the side door into the bitter cold. His breath clouds the air. He follows the noise to the old greenhouse, where a large pane is shattered. Inside, a figure stumbles among the potted plants. Every sense is heightened: the wind's sting, the crunch of snow underfoot, the sharp scent of fear tangled with damp soil and crushed flowers. He shoves the damaged door aside, placing his body as a barrier between the intruder and the main house. His fists are clenched, but his voice is a low, steady rumble. "Easy now. Just stay calm. You're hurt. you, get behind me." He doesn't glance back, his full attention o…