"Voila!" Casper whispered, looking over Logan's shoulder at the journal. This was just what they had been searching for.Logan almost cried out in joy at the revelation. The entry in this journal had finally confirmed the fact that there was truly a rogue tribe, whose markings was a crescent shaped tattoo. And in the history book that Logan had read, he had found out that the leader of the tribes usually arrived to claim other territories as their own. to "expand their followership" as the history book had put it. This would explain why they had been catching spies all over their borders, and the issue of the killings too.Logan turned to look at his beta, whose face mirrored the happiness that Logan was sure was on his face too. He closed the dusty journal and handed it to Casper, who collected it and held it close. Then they both walked out of the archive room with their heads held high.Logan felt as though he was walking on bubbles that could not be deflated by any sad thought. Al

The screams coming from behind the pack house jolted Aella from her fitful sleep. Wild instincts kicked in immediately and she rolled off from the bed and landed nimbly on her feet, her teeth bared in a growl and her fangs extended. Her eyes were glowing amber and darting around, looking for any intruder. She was almost halfway into her wolf form as white hair was beginning to sprout on her arms and legs.A few seconds later, she realised that the screams were not because of any intruder. She slowly relaxed, her fangs and claws retracting and her fur going back to normal. Her fight or flight instincts were so sharpened from living in the woods all her life, that any alien noise or sound was enough for her to go into full wolf form and attack any moving object.Aella took another good look around her room to be sure that it wasn't someone trying to attack her. When she confirmed that the sounds hadn't been from an invader, she sighed and wanted to go back to bed. But as she climbed the

Louve led Aella to her room and stayed for a couple of minutes, after which Aella said she wanted to sleep. After wishing her a good sleep, Louve left the room.She had no idea what to do next as she was still holding a grudge with her mate and her only friend was asleep. There was no one else she would rather talk to. After much deliberation, she decided to head to Logan's study and while away time with him for a while. It was evening and the bell for dinner would soon be rung anyway.She got to his study and met the door tightly closed. She knocked, thinking that perhaps he was having a private moment. When she heard a muffled "Come in!" she opened the door and walked in, closing it quietly behind her.She met Jesse the gamma seated in front of her cousin. He was having a discussion about the patrol team with the alpha and he stopped as she came in. Logan looked up briefly as she came in and raised his eyebrows, clearly asking why she was here without speaking.Louve made a non-comm

Logan rushed through his breakfast hastily. It was the day he would travel down south to Texas, where his uncle's pack was.The room was devoid of Aella as Logan walked into it. He sighed with relief and closed his eyes as he viewed the empty room. He had been praying not to meet her in the room; it seemed that the goddess had answered his prayers today.He was not ready for the emotional strain he knew would be present between them if he had met her in the room. In fact, he wasn't ready for her at all. He wasn't sure he could hear the hurt and anticipation he would see in her eyes if he came in. She would want him to hug her, give her a kiss or at the very least, a nice parting word. But he was not capable of showing her any form of love now. He wanted to create as much emotional distance between them as possible. He did not want to get hurt by her again.He walked over to where his brown traveling bag stood, already packed by a maid. He picked it up and slung it over his shoulders,

Aella's POVThe days were going as terribly as Aella had anticipated after Logan left for the south. On the night after he had left for Louve's home pack, she had skipped dinner, locking herself up in the room to cry herself to sleep. Fear and hopelessness had gripped her heart with its merciless claws, and she had felt like she would never be right again.Even in her dreams that night the fear hadn't let her go. She had tossed and turned on the bed as nightmares had populated her dreams. Black swirling smoke had morphed into faceless beasts hunting her down in a dark wood, and the face of the beasts had in turn transformed into Logan, standing far away from her with a deep dark chasm between them.Her tattoo had burned like that day Logan had been torturing the rogue wolf. And coupled with the fact that she was feeling the physical strain of having being so far away for him for so long, she felt as though she was hanging by a very loose thread.The next morning, she had woken up feel