We spent the next few days falling into a routine. She spent time in the morning memorizing the different floors of the house while I made breakfast. We then would go outside and either lounge by the pool or sit on the rocks by the water. She seemed to enjoy being outside the most. We would come in, have lunch and then I would read to her from one of the books in the library. She sat quietly on the couch as I read aloud. She would make dinner and I would try to get some work done on the computer. Morgan was back to not answering his phone and I just had to trust that he was actually hurrying back at some point. She would go to bed after that and it finished out our day. Tonight though, a storm had rolled in. I was sitting on my bed, reading through some emails that had come in. One specifically came in from Micah giving me the directions on where to send his ‘gift’. I sent a message to the men at the warehouse to go ahead and proceed with the shipment. As I hit send, I heard

***Logan’s POV***   Bryan and Hector picked me up off the floor and set me down on the couch in my office. Hector shoved a glass of bourbon in my hand and after controlling my breathing, I gulped down the drink. I gave him a smile and he gave me a quick nod back. I looked around the room. Bryan was leaning against my desk, Hector taking up his usual post in the doorway, Denise standing next to Leandra, and Leandra was sitting on the edge of the couch next to me. It took a minute to recall what had just happened, but I looked down at the phone I had dropped. I started to have a hard to breathing again. Leandra tried to put her hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off. “Everyone, out. Please. Except Bryan.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And when I mean out, I mean out of the packhouse. I don’t want anyone in the packhouse for the next hour.” “Alpha?” Hector looked confused. “OUT. NOW.” I yelled, letting some of my Alpha authori

‘Logan, what the fuck is going on?’ “What you see. No chase. No leads. She’s here.” I paused. “But at the same time she’s not.” ‘What do you mean by that?’ “I dunno Bryan. She’s empty. She doesn’t know her name. Doesn’t really speak. Hell, she doesn’t even smell like Auri to me. According to Morgan, a vampire turned her into a mindless slave. Tortured her and twisted her. Honestly, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” ‘So…now what?’ “I don’t know. I really don’t know…” I gulped down the emotions rising to the surface. ‘Well, figure it out.’ I snapped. “Don’t fuck with me, Bryan. I’m not in the mood. I called you for a level head. For my Beta, who is supposed to have my back. Not you being an sarcastic ass. I genuinely feel in over my head right now.” He quieted for a moment. ‘Sorry Alpha. Give me some time to process this.’ I sighed. “I’m at least gonna stay for a bit. See if I can help. That’s what Morg

I opened my eyes and looked up a ceiling I didn’t know. Sitting up, I looked around the room. It all came rushing back to me. The flight to Italy. Seeing Auri. The days events. Her singing. Goddess, her singing. I put my head in my hands. Did I dream smelling her? Hearing her speak to me? I looked out the window. It was well past noon.  Showered and dressed, I made my way slowly down the stairs. Auri was sitting at the kitchen counter, swinging her legs under the tall chair while Max was chopping up something in the kitchen. Max looked up from his chopping and smiled. “Sleeping Beauty has woken up! Honestly, I didn’t think you would get up this early. The time change is terrible. Plus, you just passed out standing up.” He looked at Auri. “Little bird, why don’t get some food out for Logan too?” She nodded and got up. My heart sunk. I watched her, her usual head tilt down, small movements. Had I just dreamed it?

Auri took up the seat next to me and I was surprised. Max also seemed a little surprised. She usually left a seat between everyone except Max. She started swinging her legs as she rested her head on the countertop. “I can’t believe that the bakery didn’t have sourdough bread yesterday. Frankly, it’s an insult to have to use anything else.” Max took out a loaf of bread and stared to cut it. “How’s your back?” Auri looked in my direction, confused. “Stings a little. The shower yesterday was a bitch but it’s mostly just road rash. Can’t do anything for it but let it heal.” Max looked up and I froze as Auri reached over and ran her hand over my back. It was a feather touch but I hissed as she touched a particularly sensitive spot. Her eyes looked wildly in Max’s direction, but he was too shocked. The knife in his hands frozen. She got up and went up the stairs. “She didn’t wait for permission.” I nodded, also shocked.