MasukLogan
“Alpha Logan, I thought you and Lincoln would be back tomorrow.” Henry, the leader of my warriors, greeted me at the entrance to the pack's house. Henry wasn't the strongest warrior, but he was the smartest, which is why I had named him leader. I knew that in battle, brute force wasn't enough; we needed strategy. Coincidentally, Henry and I had graduated together from the National Military Academy; I with highest honors and he with fifth best. “Kayden postponed the meeting. They are preparing the Mystic River for Morgan's funeral and his pack,” I replied to Henry as I entered. He walked beside me, keeping pace. “Yes, I heard about what happened to Alpha Morgan's pack,” Henry said quietly, a palpable sadness in his tone. I wanted to change the subject; I'd had enough of talking about Morgan. Every time I spoke of his fate, the pain of loss became more intense. “Any news? What happened while I was away?” I asked Henry. “Not much. We captured two renegades wandering around the area; they're in the basement right now.” Henry paused, his tone becoming more reserved. "The first renegade we captured has already been... interrogated. He's quite resilient and hasn't revealed any information. The second renegade remains intact. I saved her for you, in case you felt like letting off some steam upon your return.“ A bitter, automatic smile crossed my lips at his suggestion. Henry knew of my aversion to renegades. ”Yes, I'll visit the basement later. It's almost time for the border patrol, Henry." Henry immediately glanced at the watch firmly attached to his wrist. “Agreed. We'll begin the patrol right away, Alpha Logan,” he replied. He dismissed me with a military nod. I returned the gesture and continued on my way to the heart of the pack house. Upon entering, I headed straight for the attic, where my room was located. Our pack house was as vast and grand as a palace, expanding each year as our population grew. It had four floors; I occupied the entire top floor, which was the attic, while the rest of the pack lived on the lower floors. Generally, single members resided here; once they found their mate, they built their own family home. I let out a deep sigh. The word “mate” echoed in my mind. I had not yet found my Luna. At twenty-six, the hope of finding her was slowly fading. I felt a pang of envy toward those who found their mates at eighteen. My pack still lacked a Luna. “Alpha Logan.” I stopped and turned when I heard someone calling my name. A genuine smile spread across my lips when I saw Jordan, a boy of about five, running toward me, holding a piece of paper. “Hello, Jordan,” I greeted him. His face lit up. He handed me the drawing. “A wolf?” I asked, looking at the large wolf drawn on the paper. Despite his young age, Jordan was a surprisingly good artist. The wolf in the drawing was lying in green grass, looking peaceful. “Yes, Alpha Logan. That's Kol, your wolf.” I couldn't help but smile at his response. He was visibly proud of his work. “You're the best, Jordan. How did you draw Kol?” I asked him. The boy shrugged with charming innocence. “I took a picture of Kol with my Polaroid when he was in the backyard, Alpha Logan. He's really big and furry.” His answer made me chuckle softly as I ruffled his hair. “Okay, can I keep this?” I asked him. He nodded quickly, giving me permission. “Alpha,” Jordan called me again. “My mom says your wolf is weird and that he's the strongest. I want to have a strong wolf too, what should I do?” His brown eyes sparkled with childlike curiosity. “Well, if you want to have a strong wolf, you should start by eating your vegetables,” I replied. I couldn't help but laugh as I watched his face scrunch up in disgust. He obviously disagreed. “But vegetables taste like garbage, Alpha Logan. They make my stomach hurt. Dad doesn't even recommend eating vegetables; he says they make us weak,” Jordan complained. I knew that's what he would say. Werewolves are carnivores; we love fresh meat. It was unnatural to find a wolf who was vegan. “Well, no pain, no gain,” I replied, ruffling his hair again before saying goodbye. “Alpha Logan,” Jordan called after me once more. I looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. “Hmm?” “I'm not going to eat vegetables,” Jordan said, smiling triumphantly. Then he ran off to his room. I shook my head, smiling softly as I continued on my way to the attic. The drawing of Kol, my wolf, in my hands was a reminder of the purity I strove to protect from the darkness represented by the renegades. As I walked near the attic, I couldn't help but frown when I saw Maddox, my Beta, pacing back and forth in front of my door. Maddox was in charge of the pack in my absence. I didn't know what was going on, but from the look on his face, something was consuming him. “Maddox,” I called out, as he was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice my presence. “Logan!” He straightened up immediately when he saw me approaching. “Is everything okay?” I asked, trying to hide my anxiety. I had asked Henry if something was wrong, and he assured me it wasn't. Whatever was troubling Maddox must be personal. “I found my mate, Logan,” Maddox replied. I breathed a sigh of relief; I thought he was going to give me bad news. “That's great news, Maddox! Why do you look like you've been hit by a truck? Who's your mate? Is she a member of the pack? Or from another pack?” I fired question after question at him, but he just shook his head. “Well? Who's your mate?” “She's a renegade, Logan,” Maddox replied. The smile on my lips vanished instantly. I froze. Suddenly, I remembered my conversation with Lincoln: my vow that I would reject my mate if she turned out to be a renegade. “Well, that's bad news,” I said to Maddox, and I saw his face pale even more. I went into my attic, my mind in a whirl. “What do you mean, that's bad news, Logan? We're talking about my mate here, in case you forgot,” Maddox said, pounding on the door. I sighed, opened the door, and met Maddox's furious gaze. “What do you want me to do, Maddox? Look, I'm happy for you that you've finally found your mate, but that's all I can do for you: be happy.”“Maddox...” I began, but Maddox cut me off.“Where the hell did you take Elena?! She's not in the dungeon!” Maddox asked in an angry tone. “What the hell did you do to my mate, Logan?!”Maddox yelled at me again and pushed me hard on the shoulder, making me curse internally.“I didn't do anything, Maddox. Calm the hell down.” I yelled back, but he just laughed. He was about to hit me when I intercepted his fist, grabbing it firmly.“How the hell am I supposed to believe you?! You said you'd take my partner back to the dungeon, but she wasn't there!”Maddox yelled again. I let out a deep sigh, struggling to remain calm. I was holding myself back from punching him in the face.“She's fine, Elena's fine,” I said firmly, but he was already blinded by his rage.He pushed me again, this time with all his strength, and my back slammed into the cold wall. I couldn't take it anymore. I was so fucking
“Elena,” I called softly. I didn't know what to do. I had no idea what was happening. I remembered her order not to interfere just as I was about to approach her.“Damn it!” I cursed. Elena's eyes snapped open, and I gasped. The color of her eyes had completely changed; now they were a milky, disturbing white.She repeated one last chant in Latin. At that moment, the icy wind stopped, and at the same time, the candle flames died. Elena collapsed, dropping the cauldron, which hit the floor with a dull clank.I ran toward her. She was unconscious and bleeding. I tried to jump over the line of salt, but my body collided with an invisible, solid barrier. I couldn't reach her.“Elena! Wake up!” I shouted, pounding on the invisible barrier. She didn't move. I couldn't help but growl; Maddox would be furious when he found out about his partner's condition.Almost a minute passed in which I could do nothing but watch her. I sighed
“What happened to those Originals? Why did my mother leave them? Why did she never tell Lincoln and me we had more siblings?” I asked, one question after another.Elena shrugged. “I don't know. That's all I know about the Originals.” Then she changed the focus. “Now it's your turn to be honest, Alpha. What do you want from me?”I took a deep breath. There was no turning back now.“I want you to cast a locator spell on me. That's what I want from you,” I replied.Elena frowned. “A locator spell? You want me to track the specific location of a person or group?”I nodded.If the Crescent Moon pack had become one of the strongest in North America, it was thanks to my mother. She had been my father's driving force, casting location spells that gave us an advantage in battles or against renegade attacks.“Who exactly do you want me to find?” Elena asked, curiosity shining in her eyes, momentarily forgetting her fear.
I was irritated. She had no idea what she was talking about; she sounded genuinely horrified at the mere thought of touching my mother's power.“The Originals? What do you mean by that? How can you claim that my mother is an Original?” I asked, feeling my own curiosity intensify, mixed with a growing sense of disbelief.She sighed deeply, avoiding my eyes. “This is crazy, Logan. I think it's best if you take me back to the dungeon.” She tried to turn away, but I stopped her firmly by grabbing her arm."Stop right there, Elena. We're here because I want to help you. You're my Beta's mate, and Maddox is like a brother to me. Whether you want to accept it or not, we both know you need help, and this is your best option.“Elena looked at me with raised eyebrows. ”You want to help me? Why is that so hard for me to believe? You hate me because I'm a renegade. The fact that I'm your Beta's mate hasn't stopped you from hating me until now."I swa
Logan“Are you a hybrid?”Elena's question cut through the damp, cold air of the basement. I could see the unadulterated shock in her eyes, a mixture of fear and amazement, reflected in the dim light. Her reaction was exactly what I had anticipated the moment I mentioned that my mother was a witch.I leaned against one of the stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. The dampness of the place smelled of earth and neglect.“I'm not a hybrid, Elena,” I replied, keeping my voice steady and even. “It's a violation of natural law to be both at once, not this way. You can only be a witch, vampire, or werewolf by birth.”She frowned and raised an eyebrow, the usual look of doubt crossing her face. “But I am a hybrid. Right now, I am a witch and a werewolf.”A smile slipped across my lips, an expression of disbelief, not mockery. She is naive if she thinks a simple spell makes her a true hybrid. I still believe that the spell her mother cast on her is flawed, perhaps even dangerous, es
“What? I'm curious to know what you're going to do now that you've found your mate,” I said to Maddox. I looked at Elena curiously.“I don't know. The idea of rejecting Maddox never crossed my mind. I mean, they say that if you reject your mate, it causes them too much pain. I don't want Maddox to suffer,” Elena replied.I could see a proud smile slowly appearing on Maddox's lips. He was delighted with Elena's response.“Good to know,” I said.As time passed, I couldn't help but notice that Elena didn't emit the rancid, stinky smell of other renegades. It was as if she wasn't a renegade at all.“Can you show me your wolf eyes?” I asked, intrigued. Elena looked back at Maddox.“It's okay, show us your wolf eyes, mate,” Maddox said calmly.“That's the problem. I can't show you my wolf eyes,” Elena replied hesitantly, causing him to frown. Maddox shrugged, seemingly as perplexed as I was.“Why not, Elena?” I asked.“It's not that I don't want to. It's just that I can only transform into







