Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Its fangs hover inches from his face, but it doesn’t bite. And then— A voice. Cold. Commanding. Absolute. "That’s enough, boys. You’ve played long enough." The creatures instantly release him, their heads bowing low. The air turns still. Logan gasps for breath, his wide eyes darting to the newcomer. A figure cloaked in black stands at the edge of the street, their hood obscuring their face. The creatures step back, lowering themselves in submission. Logan’s breath comes in sharp gasps as he scrambles toward the figure, desperation clawing at his chest. He grips their leg, clinging to it like a lifeline.

Cows were free to roam for only a period of time, then yeah, imminent death. Logan has changed since the last time we saw- since we saw Megan last. He has become darker. More- aggressive, more rabid. He was those things before but now so...more. Last week, I had woken up naked in the forest, covered in blood. My heart almost went through my chest because, for a split second, I wondered if I was the killer or one of, the killers on the murder spree. Until I spotted a deer’s remains near me.

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.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll take it. Thank you.” Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Great.” At that moment, the door opened again. The man who had brought me here walked in, his expression as unreadable as before. Lady Elizabeth gestured toward him. “This is Logan, the gamma of our pack. He will take you to where you’ll be staying and we can discuss all the formalities later.” I glanced at him—Logan. Finally, a name. I gave a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. For… everything. For finding me, for the coat, for the umbrella.”

“And if our guy is right, I know that tattoo. It belongs to a group that operates out of an old warehouse near the docks.” I was already yanking open the closet, pulling on the first shirt my fingers brushed against. "How do I get there?” "It’s the warehouse near the docks." He paused, then spoke more quietly, "I’m coming with you." That froze me mid-motion. Walker didn’t do field work. He was what most would call a ghost, a voice on the other end of a line, a shadow that slipped through databases and security feeds without leaving a trace. Him offering to step into the light meant this was worse than I thought. “You sure, Walker?”

Four aged figures who are the Elders of the Black Wolf Pack appear to sit around a round table in a room. Similarly, Aryadi and Linda, as well as Alvaro as the leader of the pack. One of the Elders, wearing a brown coat and sitting in a wheelchair, cleared his throat. The elderly man named Magen glanced at Aryadi and Linda. Magen looked at Alvaro sharply. “Alvaro, you surely understand that Hugo wouldn't know about this base if he himself went around sniffing the grass under his feet.”

he sighed. “Was he some camper or something?” he asked. I laughed at the idea of Logan as a camper. “No, he was not a camper. He’s the owner of the camp and was there doing an undercover boss thing. He’s why Mister Moors got arrested for letting poachers onto the property. He cares so much about the wildlife there. The wolf I found at the start of camp, he buried. And then the night that guy attacked me, Logan saved me. And we just got closer from here. I can talk to him about anything and everything,” I explained. “And the chemistry between us is off the charts. Logan makes me feel things I never felt before,” I shuttered, remembering last night. “Do you need a moment alone?” Alex teased. “

He looked up at me and spat out a chunk of the man, and nodded, ready to go. I walked on, opening doors to make sure they were clear as we passed, knowing Xander and Elias probably had Balista cornered in one of them. I kicked in a door to the left, and no one was there. "Clear!" A few wolves ran past, but Seven stayed on my flank. Gunfire, growling, shouts, and screams echoed off the walls in the warehouse as we made our way through. I kicked open a door to the right. Nothing. "Clear!" Then I came to another door across the hallway and heard voices. I kicked it open, and Xander and Elias were standing there nude, having just shifted, and Balista and Sasha were backed against the wall.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

Kane nodded. Just as we got back inside the phone wrang. Kane and I looked at each other. Logan went to pick it up. He kept saying “Yes, I understand” on the phone and I could not help but think that more bad news was coming. “I don’t think I can deal with whatever it is that Logan is dealing with on that phone. Right now, I need food and some sleep.” Kane took my hand. “You can rest, and we will deal with whatever it is. I will also send warriors to go bring Lilly home.” I nodded. “The cartel is at Lockwood Logistics.”