LOGIN~Lindsey~I feel so foolish, but I can’t stop the tears. “I’m sorry, Brady. I was just so scared. For me, for Logan, for you. Jagger didn’t want to hurt anyone. He was fine, then he turned into some monster.” He rubs my back with one hand and holds my cheeks with the other. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve had a shit day. I’m just glad you’re ok.”I pull back again even though his embrace is my sanctuary at the moment. “Brady, who could have done this?” He shrugs. “I have no clue. Someone who has connections in the packhouse that wants to hurt you, me, or Jagger. Though I doubt he was their target.” I nod. “It doesn’t make sense for him to be the target. I have a suspicion that my drink was probably tampered with, too. Why would they want us going feral on each other?” Brady looks deep in thought. “He was heavily attracted to you. Maybe it was some crazy aphrodisiac or something. Maybe even a medication that causes arousal.” “Maybe. He was just so… wild. It was terrifyi
~Brady~Dr Gates and John come out of surgery on Logan. Dr. Gates gives John a nod, and he heads to the elevator. “I hope you will excuse John. He’s concerned about his daughter, understandably so.” Dr. Gates reveals nothing, his steady tone rehearsed over decades of practicing medicine. “Of course. How is Logan?” Dad asks eagerly. “He is stable, but he’s got some pretty serious injuries. Since he does have alpha blood, he should make a complete recovery. Perhaps some scarring, but nothing severe.” Dr. Gates claps Dad on the shoulder. “Whoever performed first aid on him probably saved his life. He lost a large amount of blood due to a damaged artery in his leg. That tourniquet was masterfully applied. I couldn’t have done a better job myself. I’d recommend they enter the medical field if you can track down who did that.”“I’ll let them know.” Dad says with a smile. “Thank you for your help, Dr. Gates. I can’t express how much we appreciate it.” He chuckles. “All in a good day’s wo
~Lindsey~ The ambulances shortly arrive, and we’re all whisked away to the hospital. I hand Aunt Cammie my phone, not wanting to deal with anyone right now. It’s been blowing up since we got into the ambulance. I saw how Logan was. His body almost limp, every touch searing with pain. I couldn’t even move him to see if his back was injured. I packed his wounds the best that I could, my training from Dad coming into play. I shake my head, trying to rid it of the many nights that I was his nurse. Warriors would come in after lashings, she wolves who had become pregnant but were forced to miscarry once Alpha Walt realized that the pup belonged to him, omegas who were accused of slander or prying into the alpha’s business. So much blood. So much pain. I’ll never forget the spring before I turned fifteen. One of my high school friends, a young girl who had just received her wolf, got pregnant. She was beautiful, the model type. Perfect body, gorgeous hair, sparkling blue eyes. Walt h
~Brady~I manage to maintain some control over Knight since we both know Jagger is not in his right mind. Knight doesn’t want him dead like he did Blaine; he actually likes Jagger’s wolf from what I’ve picked up on, not that it matters at the moment. When my parents arrived and Mom said her key had been stolen, I knew there was only one option. Knight was done with waiting anyways. We wanted our Lindsey safe. My eyes narrow on my target. “Make sure Lindsey doesn’t get hurt. We need to give her a way to run if you can get him pinned or distracted enough.” I tell Knight. “He’s not making sense.” Knight responds. “What do you mean?” “His wolf.” Concern is in Knight’s voice. “He’s in pain. All he’s saying is that he needs her over and over.” I sigh. “If we can salvage any of that drink, John can figure out how to help him.” “Get Logan out. John should be here any minute.” I mind link Dad and Colton. Hopefully they know enough first aid to keep him alive. His wolf sounded so weak th
~Lindsey~I look at Logan, taken off guard by his statement. “If she didn’t send it, then who did?” I ask warily. The words have barely left my lips before the door is yanked shut behind us. I hear it lock on the other side. That’s when I realize I don’t have my key; it’s in my purse upstairs. I look at Logan, panicked. “Please tell me you can take him,” I barely make a sound, mostly mouthing the words.He looks at me uneasily. “This was a set up.” He’s staring Jagger down, and I turn around to see Jagger itching uncomfortably. “It’s so hot. Why is it so hot?” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his washboard abs. “How are you not hot?” He’s dragging his hands through his hair, his brow soaked in sweat. “Jagger? What’s wrong?” I take a step forward, but Logan quickly yanks me behind him. “Stay back, Lindsey. He’s dangerous.” I look between the two, extremely worried. About that time, my windows reveal Hunter, Brady, and Colton all beating trying to get in. They’re most
~Lindsey~I never thought that school would be my safe haven, a place where I escape from work. I always considered it the “stressful” part of my day; Dad always told me my job was school until the day I got out, that learning was the only occupation I needed during high school. I had summer jobs on occasion, but match making and party planning were not my original career path. “Lindsey, focus. You’re extremely distracted today. Get out of your head.” Coach Mabry criticizes me as he observes me getting pinned once again by Grant who simply smirks. “Ah take it easy on her, Coach. After all, she’s training with the future gamma.” He puffs his chest arrogantly. I make a cheap shot at his abdomen and basically tackle him. “That’s more like it.” Coach smiles at me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “What was that, future gamma?”Grant huffs. “I wasn’t ready.”“Always be prepared. That’s what your father preaches, at least.” Coach walks away after his final comment. “For real though.
~Lindsey~ The sun is starting to set, and Brady is heading far out from the city. If I didn’t trust him I’d think he was dragging me to the middle of nowhere to leave me stranded. He looks like a kid at Christmas; he’s got this huge smile on his face. He’s so cute sometimes. I try not to slouch
~Brady~ Damn Lindsey looks good. She’s got on these jeans that hug her curves, but they don’t look too tight. Her sweater has green stripes which complement her eyes. She obviously isn’t trying to seduce me, which is nice. A little modesty is kind of hot since I usually get approached by she
~Lindsey~ I finish up my hair and touch up my makeup around the edges of my face just to make sure it didn’t mess up. I went for a natural makeup look and a simple messy ballerina bun. I want to look nice but not look like I tried too hard. After spritzing on some hairspray and a little perfume,
~Brady~ I’m in the middle of picking out flowers when Grant mind links me. “Lindsey got a strange text. Going with Dad to investigate.” “Keep me posted.” It’s been almost an hour, and I haven’t heard from him. I tried to text Lindsey, but she hasn’t responded either. I hate phones, but i







