fifty one

Logan checked the sleeping figure of his father to make sure that the old man wasn't dead. That fit had been scary; Logan had begun to think that the man was going to pass on, hence his acting sane for a few minutes.

But why did his father's word tie so perfectly with everything that has been going on in his life? His father had been holed up in this room for so many years. There was no way he could know about things that had been going on around the pack.

Itwas as though his father's words were godsent, as though the Goddess was trying to sound him a personal warning and she did it from somewhere he wasn't expecting so that he would listen.

He sighed and walked back to the couch he was sitting on before. His mind wandered to the tattoo links between his mate, his late mother and the captive. He closed his eyes, wondering how one person could have this kind of rotten luck like him.

A crushing feeling of hopelessness engulfed him and he felt goosebumps race up his arms. He had never fe