Logan looked around his old pack grounds, pain throbbing through him. The rest of his new pack had left him alone. Only his mate was at his side as he looked over the mangled bodies of women he'd teased as a child, and children he'd watched growing up.
Gawonii was true to his word. Jase was as egotistical as always. His gaze found the body of Jase's mate. If you'd been less impulsive, she would have survived this. Jase, you killed your mate with your ego.
"Why are you so sad?"
His eyes shifted to Hialeah. "These were my friends, and the mates of my friends. These were children I played with."
"They are not your pack, now. They threw you out."
"No. Jase threw me out. He couldn't handle being told he was reckless."
"He was," she observed.
"Yes. Yes, he was." He allowed a few tears to make their way down his face as he wrapped his arm around Hialeah's waist. "I warned him he would destroy this pack. I hoped I would be wrong."
Hialeah rested her head against his.
He glanced down at her. "Let's go home. Our kids need us."
A piece of his heart stayed behind in the ruins of the Half-Moon Pack.
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The Wolf and the Were
WerewolfLogan has been kicked out of his pack for challenging the Alpha one too many times, when he runs into his mate. Only one problem: she shows no signs of knowing what he's talking about, despite being a werewolf as well. A/N: Thanks to Sybil Rowan, Ha...
