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"What? Is he?" I nodded. "Yes." I told her about the book she was reading. It was written by the first Alpha King that had been passed down to generations. "Unbelievable..." She blinked, surprised. "And you said he finished half of that book within just a day?" I nodded. "Dear me..." She gasped softly. "Mama." We turned our heads when Sander arrived and had three heavy books in his hands. "Let me help," I said and quietly rushed to him so I could help him put the books on the table.

Lander chewed the sandwich thoughtfully for a moment, his gaze centered on Brandon for a few seconds before he swallowed and said "So what's your name anyway? And why cant I read you.....I can read everyone so I should be able to read a little nobody like you." Totally caught off guard by the quick change of conversation, but still sickened by the Shifters tone, Brandon bit of his next response. "My fucking name is Brandon...and I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I don't give a shit if you can or can't "Read me" but have I done something to you personally? Does me liking men offend you or something?" he asked Lander directly.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Feeling a dull ache on my neck, I touched it and I saw blood, she sliced my skin and I didn't even know, "Impossible," she mumbled, "What is it?" The man stood from the throne, "She is the daughter of Frederick Hall and Emelia Saunders... She is the heir to the Northern pack... She will lead them... To victory," she mumbled the two last words so our we could hear, "Throw her the dungeon!" The man yelled, "We will break her and turned her into our element if surprise."

It will be the 2nd book to Brandon and Misty story and, their new life as rogues. Go have a read and leave a comment, thanks and enjoy!!)))

Please do leave your thoughts and comments below by the way, I'm planning a book two for this which will be all about Brandon, I will give you more details once I introduce the main love interest in this same book Hope you will enjoy it and support me Lots of love, Faiyth

Then Lander looked back down at Brandon, his heavy gaze the most gentle it had ever been as he put a hand to Brandon’s throat listening to his pulse. “Damn Candy Pants...” He started a small sneer gracing his apprehensive face as he used his pet name for Brandon. “You’ve got a fucking angle of death on you, man! How many times are you going to get fucked up this year, huh?” Something about the mention of Death and angles tickled a thought at the back of Brandon’s loose and fogging mind. He strained his watering eyes to center on Ezekiels from beside him. “I can’t help it....” Brandon mumbled superficially as he fought to keep Ezekiels face in view as long as possible. He didn’t know where th

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

I continued to stare at him, his words not making a lick of sense to me. “The Savage Sons have a type.” He shook his head. “And we don’t even realise it.” “What the fuck are you talking about, Hansel? I am too tired and too stressed out for your riddles.” His sigh was loud. “Think about it, Prez. All of us have fallen for women who needed saving. It’s like we have some underlying hero complex. Or maybe it’s daddy issues?” His eyes narrowed. “Can men have daddy issues? Guess it doesn’t matter.”