Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

As a thriller writer, I was perceptive to these kinds of things. He switched the trash bag to his left. The guy extended his right hand. “I’m Logan McCoy.” His hand was long, fair, and well-defined at the joints. All my mind could picture was the possibly blood in that hand. I didn’t return the handshake. The very thought terrified me. “I-I’m Eden Cargill.” Snapping my head down in a fluster, I shied away from his gaze. “Um… I have lots to unpack. Excuse me.”

I do not want to give his big body any good excuse to make me sit in the front passenger seat next to his shoulders. Grant just lets out a deep chuckle from his chest while he starts the engine, turning the steering wheel toward The Walker Ridge Estate without saying a single word about my choice of seats. “My inner wolf does not mind where your body sits, Mars, as long as my claws can bring you back to my den tonight.” The second the front door lock clicks open inside the main house, our little cub Logan comes running straight to the foyer with a tiny metal fork in his hand. “Your boots are finally back, Dad!”

Vera said with a hint of anger. “Don't worry, we will figure everything out” I said while resting my head on her shoulder. “I was supposed to be protecting the both of you” she said while pulling Gina into the hug as well. We suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind us and turned around to see Jake running over with a worried expression. “What's wrong?” I asked before he could get to us. “Logan transformed into his wolf but it went wild in the woods and we are unable to stop it” he said while taking in sharp breaths.

Whoever had tried to kill my mother was going to pay. And severely as well. I was going to leave no stone unturned in finding out her killer. LOGAN'S POV The black Ford came to an abrupt halt in front of the Botech tech company. Slipping out, I made sure that my basketball cap was on my head firmly. I smiled at Othello, instructing him that he could wait for me by parking the car in the parking lot. Staring into the parking lot, I wasn't surprised to see the cars of my friends parked securely as well.

“The guards—” A second howl cut her off. This one human. Then silence. We moved quickly—Logan at the lead, Rowan already waiting by the stronghold gate, blood dripping from a long gash on his forearm. “What happened?” Logan demanded. “They sent a decoy through the woods,” Rowan said. “While we chased it, something else... walked through the warding.” “What do you mean ‘walked’?” “I mean it didn’t trigger anything. No scent, no shimmer. Like it was... already inside.”

“You gave her the fucking water in the limousine. She felt bad just after she drank it. I tried to ignore it! But this ends here!” He takes a deep breath, his eyes switching from dark to light as his wolf struggles to stay back at defending his pride. But he knows better than me that if he shifts it will be the last thing he will do. “What the fuck, Cayden?!” Logan pushes at my chest, getting me to let go of him as he shouts. “I didn’t spike the fucking water. It just happened to be there. It was in the car. There were like five bottles. What the actual fuck!”

It was completely deserted, the dark sky casting a gloomy, depressing shadow over the entire area. Logan slowly guided the car down the narrow pathways between the towering warehouses, finally stopping a block away from Warehouse Number Four. He killed the engine and turned his gaze to mine "Alright," Logan said, his playful demeanor completely vanishing. He reached under his jacket and pulled out a sleek, black semi-automatic pistol, checking the chamber before tucking it into his waistband. He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out a smaller, compact handgun, holding it out to me. "Do you know how to use one of these?"

“It is Logan.” “Thought you went to play hero,” Guapo said, standing near the long table with his arms crossed, then he laughed softly. It was the kind of laugh that made my skin crawl. “Finally realized that you are just as wicked as the rest of us?” I ignored him and turned to Giovanni. “Indeed, it is Logan. He’s here for war.” “So,” he said lazily, “the Northern Alpha finally arrived.” Another distant crash echoed, followed by screams that even the thick walls could not fully muffle.

Wild Wolf entered with a sinister smile and addressed the room, "Step out, kid. You're in serious trouble." As he approached the front, he saw Logan casually sipping beer while Tack lay on the floor, motionless. Logan glanced up and asked, "Are you here on behalf of the Gores?" "You're aware of our affiliation with the Gores, yet you remain this arrogant. You must have a powerful supporter." Wild Wolf grinned oddly. "Why don't you reveal them to me? Let's see if they surprise me." His comrades wore half-smiles as they closed in, evidently doubting Logan's ability to challenge the Gores.