Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

I guess the best way to describe it is how someone would feel if they were stuck in a tiger’s cage─you never know when it’ll strike. “Voodoo, I’m Logan Blake. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Logan steps beside him and also extends his hand rigidly. Voodoo takes his hand stiffly. Logan gestures to the others. “You already know Rogue and Phoenix.” Voodoo nods as he observes Logan make the introductions. “And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.”

Logan growled under his breath but forced himself to follow. At the entrance, the security guards looked up. Their eyes flicked from Kia—familiar, recognized—to Logan, unfamiliar. “Morning, Mr. Kia,” one greeted with respect. “Morning,” Kia replied with a practiced smile. “This is my partner, Logan Hale. We’re here for a meeting.” The guards exchanged a brief glance, then nodded. “Go ahead.” They entered. The inside buzzed with energy—phones ringing, heels clicking, voices overlapping. Logan’s eyes scanned every face, his instincts flaring. Somewhere in this building, she could be walking these same halls. His wolf side pushed against his restraint, urging him to seek, to claim.

Then, a cold and deep voice sounded from the walkie-talkie. “Hello, Loggins. I Am the Death Inquisitor. I want to play a game with you.” Loggins’ heart suddenly contracted when he heard this voice. He stared coldly at the walkie-talkie and felt that his body was soaked in cold sweat. “No matter where you are, I will definitely catch you.” Loggins answered, “You won’t be able to catch me. I have already escaped from your encirclement. Goodbye.” “I won’t let you escape.”

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.

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. “

” Here he goes again; Logan is a hot-tempered werewolf who doesn’t know the limit of his anger. “We apologize, but the raided criminals from yesterday have escaped from the dungeon,” they dropped the threatening news. “What do you mean by escape?!” I punched the table aggressively, breaking it into tiny pieces. Those guards started trembling as if I’ll smash them. They must not have gone so far; if I head now, I’ll be able to track down their scents. “Leave it to me, Alpha,” Logan reported and rushed outside with the guards.

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.

Just a few minutes of walking and we are now in front of Domlur, the gate is still there but the atmosphere, the surroundings, and the color of Domlur scream doom. We immediately hid in a wooden cart not too far from the gate, we scanned the whole place and it seems pretty quiet and there’s not a single werewolf guarding the gate. Like it wants them to allow hunters to come in. “Easy,” Rendall muttered and slowly stand up. “Rendall! Come back here,” I whispered. I know it is suspicious, but at the same time, I also think that this will be easy. “There’s no guard,” he said as he carefully walks near the gate and scan its lock.

If Logan has been spending time in this garbage heap, I’ll be amazed, but I didn’t smell him outside over the garbage and marijuana. I knock at the door with the lighter spots left behind where the numbers 314 used to be, and hear a female voice call for me to wait, as well as the ticking of claws on tile. So this is where Logan has been. Why is he on four legs? When a pretty redhead peers around a door chain, I start to understand his recent psychosis better.