Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Ryker

Jagger and I lounge on the couch for most of the morning, staring at the wall as our ears were trained on the spare room.

We don't talk much, only exchanging a glance when Gray's breathing evens out after an hour of crying. She had finally cried herself to sleep.

I meet Logan at the door as he steps onto the front porch.

His tan skin and dark hair match mine, but his eyes are gray. Like his mothers.

My face is grim as I take him in. "Hey." I greet.

Logan smiles at me and enters the house. "I came as quick as I could. How's your girl?" Logan was as tall as me, with slightly less build. He was a smooth and calm presence, and was always in control of himself. Even if he wasn't as talented as he was, I'd still chose him to patch up Gray.

I shake my head as we walk back towards the living room. "Not good."  I force my hand down and away from my lip. We enter under the raised ceiling, finding Jagger still on the couch. He had flopped down onto his side when I left, his eyes open and unseeing. Both of us weren't dealing well. At least Ares and Finn were upstairs asleep.

"Hello, Jagger." Logan greets.

Green eyes clear and Jagger blinks as he sits up. "Oh. Hey. Didn't hear you come in."

Logan takes a seat in the chair across my the couch, and I join Jagger again.

"She's in there?" He points down the hallway. Then his nostrils flare and his eyes widen slightly as he takes in Grayson's scent.

Jagger and I both growl lowly.

Logan arches an eyebrow. "You didn't tell me you were mated to the girl."

I try to shove back my instincts even though there was another male so close to Gray. "We're not." I shake my head. "There's a mate bond, but we haven't completed it yet."

Logan's brows furrow. "It's already this strong?"

Jagger let's out a breath. "Sorry. A lot has happened in the last day. It's made us a little jumpy."

Logan studies us. "I take it her wolf isn't suppressed anymore?"

"No." I shake my head.

"What about the link? How strong is it?"

Jagger's hands clench into fists on his lap. "No matter how much power we throw up to block it, stuff still gets through."

Logan nods. "Interesting."

I narrow my eyes on him. "What? Why?"

"It just seems like a really strong bond, that's all." He sits up straighter. "Now tell me what's been going on. Who is your mate exactly?"

My fingers are pinching my lip in an instant.

Jagger catches it before I do and places his hand on my knee, squeezing it once. Out of the corner of my eye I see his leg bouncing.

I drop my hand, but press against Jagger's mind, asking him to talk. He sends a comforting nudge back. "Her name is Grayson. Her wolf just came out last night, the Gypsy released her."

Logan's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, his fangs emerging. "There is a Gypsy in Moonstone?"

Jagger nods. "He's been the one abusing Grayson."

Logan retracts his fangs. "What does this abuse entail?" When we don't answer right away, he presses on. "I'll need to know so I can help."

Jagger's leg bounces faster. "He hit her a lot. She always had bruises and sometimes limping or favoring an arm."