Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Anonymous POV: I watch Cyre's cell guard by the pack best Gammas -Logan and Caden. Did Derek really have to go that far? I wonder. I sneak, approaching both of them stealthily, I throw in a stainless cylinder to distract them. "Who's there?" Caden snaps. Silence. "Show yourself..!" Logan growl. I watch both of them, bone cracking and twisting, as they transform into their humano form, claws extended approach the direction the cylinder was fling from.

Lyra’s hands were shaking too, but her voice was calm, threading through the chaos. “You’re alright, love. I’ve got you. Stay with me.” Someone else was retching behind a broken cart. I kept walking. There was fucking chaos everywhere, but I couldn't cry or stop walking. Not because I didn’t care. But because if I let myself stop, I would sink. I would fall into the grief, and I wasn’t ready to drown. Not yet. I found Logan near the chapel steps, covered in blood that didn’t look like his. He was barking orders at two other fighters, his voice clipped and sharp, eyes scanning the treetops like he expected another wave.

When he finished the coffee, he went out of the house, hoping that a walk would clear his head. As he walked through the woods, lost in thoughts, the snapping of dried twigs caught his attention. He crouched and hid behind a shrub as a group of rogue wolves walked past him. He recognized the man who led them as the man who had met with Ruth that night. Bastian. They marched with a purposeful stride. Logan knew this could not be good. He watched them drive away in a pickup truck with some of the men sitting in the back bumper. He took off his clothes and carefully folded and hid them under the shrub, before shifting and following their truck discreetly.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

“Any preferences?” “Any chances of anything except beer?” Enzo yelled back, cursing as Lora and Alexei plunged forward into the dank dark of the dance floor. “Name your poison,” Lilith hollered, pointing at the shelves of liquor lining the shelves in front of the stained mirrors. she loved Spin. she really did. But did she love it enough to bring her billionaire boss into the fray and believe everyone would enjoy themselves? No. No, she did not. Her entire body was tensed and ready for disaster when the bartender spotted her and headed over.

Logan was so annoyed with Gamma that he threatened to remove him from his post if he didn't produce Kevin. The guards were shattered all over the Packs in the quest to get him and somewhere sent to the human world too. But they all came back empty-handed. This angered Logan who alleged that some of his elected had collided with him to cause havoc. Mike and the maid walked in when Logan was so annoyed. “Father!” Mike called. Logan, who was in thought, looked up and saw his pub.

Dylan nudges Troy on his arm with his elbow and Troy smiles. "Yeah. Ready as I'll ever be." He smiles, his baby blues filled with excitement and a whole lot of nervousness. "Ok. We'll see you tomorrow sweetheart." Dylan calls out as they both walk down the steps and disappear turning down the steps and out the side gate. She looks past them, averting her gaze towards the lockers and sees Logan coming out with Steven and Carter, his duffle bag and backpack over his shoulder. His helmet and shoulder pads hanging on the side of the bag.

He bluntly replied, then came closer to us, trying to grab my arm and drag me away, but got stopped in his tracks by Marcus’s sudden appearance. “What’s happening here?” Marcus asked, walking down the stairs, fixing his tie, coldly gazing upon us. Crap...we’re so fucked... “Nothing important.” Logan answered, looking at him totally relaxed, making me stare at him, surprised. Did he just try to cover for us? His eyes then landed on Kara and his glare suddenly changed in a rather concerned look. “Baby, what are you doing here all wet?” He then asked Kara, walking straight to her.

He tied him up with the help of some of his men. "Tell me now! Tell me who sent you to burn my warehouse! Because you're obviously not the mastermind" Logan screamed at the man. The man was average height, and was wearing black pants and a black shirt. He had a big scar on his cheek, he was obviously a hired assassin of some sort. "I won't tell you anything" the man said, looking straight into Logan's eyes. Logan chuckled and landed another huge blow on his face. A tooth fell out. "I said, tell me who sent you!" Logan ordered. He was getting impatient, very impatient. He wanted to k!ll him, but he had to get his information first.

I could feel him trembling. Logan took one step forward and that was all it took. The guy shoved me away so hard I stumbled, throwing his hands up in surrender. Logan closed the distance and hit him once, clean and efficient so quickly. The guy’s eyes rolled back, and he joined his buddies on the pavement. I stood there, shaking, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Logan stood over the bodies, not even winded. He knelt down, his hands quickly patting down their pockets. He pulled something small and dark from one of them...a wallet? A badge?...and tucked it into his own jacket before I could get a good look.