Novel & Cerita Rory And Logan A Year In The Life

“Richard’s here? Rae, what are you standing there for? Bring him in!” Still dazed, I led him into the main house. He sat down with my parents like he belonged there, like he’d always been part of the family. Watching the scene unfold, I couldn’t help but feel like the whole thing was surreal—like the Moon Goddess was playing some twisted joke on me. Outside, the murmurs from the other packs were getting louder. Our kind may not use social media, but no gossip travels faster than a pack’s collective howl. “I heard Logan ran off with Emma, said she twisted her ankle and needed healing overseas. Can you believe that? Skipping his bonding ceremony like that?”

Fran giggled, making me do it too. “We lived in one of the houses right by the training field, so I heard when Harrold was swearing and telling Logan not to act like a monkey hanging on. That he was a wolf and always should stand beside or in front.” Fran said as we were laughing. After a while, with Logan looking at them intensely for a little, he laid down his fork and knife and looked at the old couple. “Now, are you going to tell me, or do I have to dream it out of you?” Logan says, and they look at each other.

Thirty minutes later, I’m sitting at my usual table while Ryan does his evening rounds and the girls play with the other village children. I pile their empty plates with a sigh, scanning the room until I find Logan standing with the group of boys–now men–he used to be friends with as a kid. Some of those friends went to warrior training in Moonrise when he did, but he was the only one who didn’t return. Now, most of his friends have found their mates and have begun to start families like most twenty-two-year-old shifters do… but not Logan. He sticks out, honestly. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his face is cast in shadow as he chats quietly with old friends, but I notice the dark c

Logan stepped out with his phone. After just a few strides, he spotted his parents approaching from the opposite direction. "Logan!" "Dad, Mom," Logan greeted them. Upon receiving Logan's message, his parents hurried to the hospital. For years, Logan had been engrossed in work, avoiding romantic entanglements. His parents had resigned themselves to the idea that he might remain a dedicated workaholic destined for a single life. However, Logan surprised them tonight by revealing that he had a fiancee. Excitement surged through his parents, prompting them to abandon their tasks and rush to the hospital to meet his partner.

"There were 25 classes in a single grade, and we weren't even in the same year." Logan was walking just behind us. Hearing this, he looked up and locked his dark eyes squarely onto mine. "She was a year ahead of me," Logan said. "My senior." That title sent a sudden spike of irritation through Eddie. He quickened his pace and loudly announced that we should move on to the next spot. At a bus stop down the street, Louie asked Logan a question on behalf of the live stream audience. "Was your first love a student from Brookfield High as well?"

Logan scowled and spat, "You couldn't even give me a son. My mother said a few words, and you ran off, sulking all these years? Letting the Rice family's bloodline roam the streets—if you're not ashamed, I damn sure am." I let out a sharp, icy laugh. So that was it—he thought my son was Lily. But Lily had died long ago, in a hospital that was supposed to save lives. She was barely a hundred days old when her own father drained her of blood. I'd been just one wall away, forced by Logan to wait for my poor Lily's death. What right did he have to speak her name? Even the sight of him felt like bad luck. Swallowing the fire in my chest, I turned to leave.

But behind his carefree facade lay a longing for connection and attention, something he rarely admitted to anyone. Logan Bennett was the newest addition to their group. A transfer student, Logan’s brooding demeanor and sharp wit had initially put people off, but his quick thinking and loyalty quickly earned Anna’s trust. Logan’s parents owned a struggling family diner on the outskirts of town, and he worked there every evening after school to help make ends meet. His pragmatic nature often clashed with Ryan’s carefree attitude, but the two had developed a grudging respect for each other. A School of Contrasts

I bet you anything they are out there playing Mario Kart. The summer days this year are scorching, so Logan had the idea of putting a place for us to enjoy our time outside on a covered patio with a big screen, a pool table, and more. He even went to the extent of having an outdoor bar built. The door opens, and my oldest baby, going into his senior year of high school, comes in. I smile at the sight. He's 17 and will soon turn 18. God, this takes me back to the year everything began between Logan and me.

Most were of Logan as a teenager—grinning with his teammates, posing in a cap and gown, or standing next to a shiny car. Then I saw it. Logan, with an arm around a girl with golden-blonde hair, both of them smiling like they didn’t have a care in the world. Patty. The sight of her made my chest tighten, and I looked away quickly, pretending the photo didn’t bother me. “You kept all this?” I asked, motioning to the room in general. Logan leaned against the doorway, watching me. “I hardly lived here since I left for college. Nobody bothered to clear them up."