Logan Days Of Future Past Novels & Stories

You know, that is my purpose to visit in the park plaza. Anderson log out to his account after he will send this message to her. On the other hand, he is going to the outside; to see the galaxy in the sky. Right here, his eyes are keeping on looking it. What he is crossing to his mind; the object inside to the galaxy; the presence of his future prepossessing woman. But he is having a difficulty; to see her properly.

Logan walked toward me until there was barely any space left between us. He bent down to my eye level and glared at me, his intense gaze burning into mine. I clenched my teeth together, trying not to react to his scent. As much as I hated him, he still smelled maddeningly good, and it took everything in me not to throw my arms around him like a fool. “I will not repeat myself,” he said coldly. “Both of us are heading back to the pack right now. You’ll see the park doctor to patch you up, and then you’ll get ready for the annual Moon Goddess celebration and run.”

Logan had replied with a subtle hint in his voice. That was a few hours ago, after Louve had stormed off angrily. Right now Logan was in the library, alone. He had gone through every single book in the library and nothing was even remotely pointing towards anything to do with rogue pack tattoos. He was tired and frustrated and, most of all, sad.

I tried racking my brains but I just couldn't figure it out so I resigned in defeat. When I got home, Logan still wasn't home and after several hours of attending to the house chores, he was still not back, and now, a feeling of unrest crept onto me. I brought out my phone to call him but a notification popped up on my phone. THE FUTURE LUNA OF PHOENIX PACK REVEALED. I felt like my heart was shredded to pieces when I clicked on the picture attached to it. Logan and Lisa are in bed together. Lisa had her hand on Logan's head, showing off the diamond ring on her index finger.

Jhanvi asked and I moved my head to see a man, a woman and a small boy along with a little girl dolls arranged in a line. Jhanvi pointed out the boy and Lakshmi said, “Hash!” “This is?” she pointed out the little girl. “Laksh!” she replied and I smiled at her. “This is?” Jhanvi pointed out the man boll. Lakshmi stared at it while I held my breath, but got it stuck when Jhanvi mumbled, “Paa!” “Paa!” Lakshmi repeated and they both smiled. Are they talking about me? No! There is a Harsha figurine with them. So, it must be Ali. I thought and turned around with my back towards them.

There was no grass, only dust stretching as far as the eye could see. “What happened here?” he muttered to himself. “This is your future,” a voice responded. Seth spun around, only to find himself staring at… himself. He saw himself, but not the man he was now. This version of himself wore a leather eye patch over one eye, and his body was covered with scars, scrapes, and bruises. His clothes were tattered armor—knee pads and shoulder pads—protecting him from the harsh environment. The man before him was a version of Seth from the future, a version that had seen more pain and suffering than Seth could ever imagine.

It felt like someone had ripped something out of Joshua's chest. He kept zooming in on the photo. Again and again. Looking for proof it was fake. Looking for signs it had been edited. But the official seal on the marriage license told him otherwise. It was real. On the day she'd promised to marry him, Nellie got a marriage license with someone else. [Why?] He sent the message. [Because of a note written six years in the future?] [Four years ago, I promised I'd marry you.]

I just want someone who can see past the layers and appreciate the real me. The door knocks, and I answer it myself. Logan is wearing ink black jeans and a crisp light grey shirt. It is almost like Emmerson had sent him a subliminal message because we were perfectly co-ordinated. “I’ll see you later. I call to the girls on my way out. They are taking a well-deserved break in front of the television. “I hope we don’t have far to walk. These heels aren’t exactly comfortable,” I laugh as we walk away from the cabin.

At once, a flood of memories hit him. He had changed the bonding site for her. He had redone the ceremony for her. He had pushed aside the woman who should have stood beside him, all for her. And in the end, she dismissed everything with one word. Friends. He looked down at the ruined leg beneath the blankets and let out a broken laugh. “Retribution.” “This really is retribution.” Lyra clearly wanted nothing more than to leave. “You should focus on healing. In the future… it’s probably better if we don’t see each other much.”

I set it gently on the dresser and stared at it for a long while, the light catching on the edge of Logan’s signature embossed in silver. He hadn’t offered me a consolation. He’d handed me a small olive branch. Not the Luna title. Not the mate bond. Not a crown carved by someone else’s hand. He offered me a future of my own. Somewhere between whispered rumors and buried evidence, I’d stopped pretending to belong. And started to feel like I could.