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Call of the White wolf forty eight
The sight of Kylie's dead body was terrible to behold. Logan immediately closed his eyes as a sharp pang of pain went through his body. Not Kylie, no! He thought.Like the other pack members that had been killed, Kylie was in half-human, half-wolf form. Her torso and limbs were in wolf form, but her head and neck were human, though covered in sparse fur. Her thick blonde hair was framed around her face like a halo, and her grey eyes stared lifelessly at the sky. Her torso had been slashed repeatedly. Logan could count four slashes, deep as knife wounds. Her intestines peeked from the wounds like fat red tentacles.Casper and Jesse soon joined them. Casper cursed silently as he saw the dead body. "Damn." He said. "When had this happened?"Indeed, when had this happened, Logan thought to himself. He had been on this training ground barely six hours ago. It must have happened when he was busy interrogating the rogue wolf. Her skin already looked pallid and rigor mortis had begun to set i
Call of the White wolf forty nine
Aella entered the room that she and Logan now shared and looked around. The alpha wasn't here either. She had seen him walk into the pack house after the burial and had thought that he was coming into their room. But the room was devoid of him.She went into the bathroom to have a bath, then put on a black see-through slip that Louve had given her. Logan would be tearing at that slip once you show up to bed with it, she'd said. Aella wanted to test it now, to see if Logan would look at her with desire in his eyes. She washed her hair with scented soap and let it down so it billowed around her shoulders the way he liked it, then laid on the bed to wait for her mate.An hour passed with Aella patiently waiting for him but he didn't show up. She wondered where he was at the moment. Then she remembered that he was the alpha and every pain or grief that his pack member was feeling, he would feel too. Perhaps he needed a few hours to himself, to get over the collective pain that he was mos
Call of the White wolf fifty
Logan was disturbed.There was no other word to exaim the uneasiness he felt inside of him. He realised suddenly that he didn't want to be around Aella, at least for the meantime. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was fishy about her. He guessed that the feeling had been there ever since she had appeared at the thresholds of his pack's border, but it had been repressed by the love and fondness he had begun to feel for her.But now that he had seen that tattoo on the rogue's neck, then seen it on her shoulder and his mother's hand, he knew that there was really more to her than meets the eye. And he had posed that question back in his study to see her reaction. Her reaction had confirmed all his fears. At that moment she had looked like her worst nightmare had come to life.He was so confused and full of anxiety. At this point he didn't know what to believe anymore. Did that mean that his mother was a rogue wolf before she got married to his father? And how was Aella tied to
Call of the White wolf 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
Call of the White wolf fifty two
The alpha groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He picked up another book from the pile on his table and flipped through the pages distractedly. At this point he couldn't force his brain to stay focused. His body needed sleep, but his spirit was in need of answers.The whole pack house was deathly quiet as everyone has gone to bed except him. His sharp wolf ears could pick out the crickets that chirped in the grasses outside, the soft breeze that rustled the trees behind the window of the Alpha's Library.He swiveled around in the chair to face the window behind him and looked out at the starry night sky. He could see the pitch black of the woods from this height and beyond the woods was a wide stretch of land. He knew what was beyond those lands, knew that it was only a matter of time before the thing caught up to him and wiped out his entire pack.His spirit wasn't at peace; it hadn't been at peace since the capture of the rogue wolf and Kylie's murder. He knew it would not be at pe
Call of the White wolf fifty three
After Logan packed a few clothes from the closet in a small duffel bag, he came out to face Aella again. She was looking at him as though she wanted to say something but couldn't. Her eyes were full of regret and pain but he couldn't stand that look. He couldn't trust her anymore.He looked at her expectantly, his eyebrows raised. "Well? If you have something to say, then say it.""Look, Logan. I want you to know that it's all for your good. If I tell you about my past, if...""What exactly is going to happen if you tell me anything? Are people after your life? Is something going to happen to me if you tell me about your past? Just tell me, Aella!" He yelled."No, I'm so sorry!" Aella replied and he gave her one last look of disbelief, then turned to walk away. She quickly reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him. "Please, Logan...""I think it would be best for the both of us if we stay away from each other for now, Aella." Logan said in a deadly quiet voice. "I still love you but
Call of the White wolf fifty four
Logan could feel a headache coming, as sure as thunder on a rainy night. He gripped his head and squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to let the tears of frustration drop from his eyes in the presence of his beta.He heard the crackle of dead leaves as Casper walked towards him and a suppressed grunt as the other man sat beside him. He didn't look up or acknowledge his presence in any way. All he wanted to do was lie on the forest floor and never open his eyes again.He was exhausted in his body and mind. He was heartbroken at the deaths of his people, at the back and forth he had been having with his mate, at all the questions that were lodged in his mind and needed urgent answers."Hey, Logan." Casper called quietly. "I have dismissed the patrol team so you can open your eyes now."Logan didn't budge or make any indication that he had heard Capser talk. He thought of the members of the patrol team that had seen him take out his anger on a nearby tree. That action had been weak and stu
Call of the White wolf fifty five
They got to the front lawn of the pack house soon after Logan's revelation. They saw Louve from afar, waving enthusiastically from the doors that led to the foyer inside. Logan groaned and rolled his eyes."What?" Casper asked with a teasing lilt to his voice "Don't act that way around my mate, alpha, or I will be forced to attack you.""You can't blame me. Your mate is nothing short of impulsively annoying. I'm not sure I can handle her drama today." Logan said and smiled.Louve was still waving gaily and gesturing at them to come closer. Logan sighed and walked over with Casper closely behind him.Logan gave his cousin a once over when they got within speaking distance. She looked absolutely good. She was putting on a light blue sweater that matched the colour of the sky and a pair of darker blue trousers. Her straight black hair was pulled up in two pigtails. Her face was bare of the light makeup that usually filmed her face. Her green eyes looked larger and more prominent. Logan t
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