Logan’s POVBodies moved in unison to the beat blaring from the speakers above, grinding against the girl I was dancing with. Her hair kept getting in my mouth as she swayed from side to side. Great. I had so much sweat on me, most of which wasn’t mine. Just great. At least I’d numbed my mind with alcohol. I could barely make out the images before me, the thronging bodies a little more than a blur. My head felt as if a construction crew was in it, jackhammering my consciousness away. I felt like I was on autopilot with my body moving on its own accord, almost like I was going through the motions of something I’d done a million times before.I had been there before. I knew exactly how all this would end; with at least one of the girls I’d just so happened to meet at the bar in my bed, have some mediocre sex, and wake up with a diabolical hangover. Why did I do this to myself? Nothing about this was appealing to me but what was the alternative? Be mated, get married, and live a long, u

I hurried down the stairs and out of the building. I knew mom would give me an earful if she caught up with me and I didn’t want to deal with all that at the time. I decided I’d walk to my apartment instead of waiting for her. I’d only made it a few blocks when she pulled up beside me and not wanting to cause a scene, I got into her car.“What were you thinking? What is wrong with you?” she asked. Straight to it, I thought.‘Why did you bring me here today?”She was gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were turning white. “All I want is the best for you. Why can’t you see that? I thought if I brought you here today and you saw how happy these people were you’d realize what you were missing out on. You can’t possibly want to live like this forever Logan. It’s no way to live.”Over and over again with this same thing. I was just about sick of it. “I told you how he used to bully me when we were kids, right? I’d tell da and you and you’d tell me he was just playing with me a

Logan’s POVIt had been a long night of thrashing around on the forest floor. I had woken up after what seemed like an inconceivable amount of time but it was only just a few hours. I knew because it was early enough for Mike to bombard me with calls and texts about going out. ‘Club Equinox is popping tonight where are you the girls here are insanely hot,’ his last text read. I couldn’t be bothered with that. Not after what had happened.Mom had also called a couple times. I remembered why I had gone to the woods in the first place; our fight.Well, she had wanted me to settle down, she’d gotten her wish now. Ironically, my mate was a rogue, a werewolf's pack's natural enemy.I noticed the men on the ground and remembered what had happened. She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typic