Logan woke up with sweat beaded to his forehead. He looked around his room in an awfully confused state as he tried to track his bearings, but all he got in response was a striking pain from his almost comatose brain.   His animalistic senses were suddenly aware and on edge as he straightened his back on the bed.   The soft beam of light that escaped through the crevices of his window was now casting directly on his bed, which indicated he was late. He was late.   "Shit!" He muttered under his breath as he got up from his position. He shouldn’t have followed his desires. 

FOUR DAYS BEFORE THE COMBATCYNTHIA VELVELACynthia rushed through the forest, almost tripping over an overexposed root. She blinked out the tears that were about to fall as she stumbled on another tree root, falling face flat. She let out a wail as the tornado moved towards her with incredible speed. "Logan…" she whispered, but Logan wasn't there to save her today. She knew her end was near, and all she could do about it was to give up. She had never seen something like that in her life. She sniffed and sucked in one last breath before she closed her eyes, succumbing to the surge of wind that was blowing against her, sucking her into the tornado-like a malfunctioning vacuum cleaner. Cynthia paused as she heard the f

  Celia watched as her master, Logan kept wincing and writhing in pain. He has been like that for the past few days. She had kept him in her house. Due to the amount of wolfbane he had taken in, it made it hard for his outer wounds to heal as fast as a werewolf’s wound normally does.   Her master has now been declared wanted by Alpha Morris, his father. Losing the combat was not something everyone expected. Logan is known for his power to destroy a herd of hefty werewolves, and just like that, he lost the most important combat of his life.    The Lichen pack has turned into a mockery which was a disgrace to Alpha Morris, as a leader and also a father. He was deeply disappointed and angry with him. But when his other son, Kevin stepped into the ring and defeated the rest of the werewolves, Alpha Morris knew that he h

The week lasted him forever.The nightfall weather in the Lichen pack was extremely beautiful in the late hour. The light waves of breeze prickled Logan’s skin as he walked down back to the log cabin.He was used to living in a small house with only Celia as his companion. She would come to him in the morning and help him with his needs. The fire was dying in the fireplace and the glowing embers barely lit up the small room. The wind howled; the snowstorm was raging outside the small building, Logan couldn't help but to admit how much he hated it.The room warmer wasn't even helping him to get warm. "Maybe having a bigger one might help better." He thought, pulling the blanket more.He sipped the cup of coffee he had made, he is getting so cozy in the house and now

  Cynthia felt a deep empty hole in the pit of her stomach. She felt restless every night and morning when she would wake up without her former mate on the side of the bed, cuddling her and giving her hard deep thrusts until she couldn’t feel her guts anymore. Logan did things to her nobody could ever do, and she missed him. She loved him. He gave her joy.   But seeing her family get better by the passing day, gave her even more joy. When she undid the hex on her father and brothers; as Kevin had promised, she felt the absolute peak of happiness someone could possibly ever reach. She had never felt more content and ecstatic and emotional about anything like this. She hugged them so tight that they had to beg to be peeled away from her.    “Dad, Kendrick, Scott.” She looked at them with uncontrollable tears pouring o