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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The ceiling of Logan's bedroom had become incredibly interesting over the previous hour. My leg only needed to be wrapped, but I still had to stay off of it for three days before it was completely healed. At least being a shifter was good for one thing: we healed fast. The only bad thing about all of this?

I had to stay on bed rest in Logan's room, because he said there were no other available rooms. I called bullshit.

If I didn't kill him it would be a miracle. My eye was already beginning to twitch and I had only been around him for an hour. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the company. It was just that I didn't particularly like his company.

"Ma vie, your eye is twitching," Logan pointed out, tracing a finger across my cheek.

"I wonder why that is."

"Why?" he asked.

"Probably because there is a certain annoying mutt sitting on my bed," I snapped, attempting to hit him.

A slow smile spread across his face as we both realized he was lying just out of reach of my arm. "Sorry to break it to you, but this is my bed."

"Not while I'm in it it's not."

"Yes it is."

Turning my head, I met his gaze. "Logan, if you are any kind of a gentleman, you will respect my wishes and sleep on the floor while I'm here," I said in the sweetest voice I could manage.

"Alright, ma vie. I'll sleep on the floor," he relented, faster than I had thought he would.

Offering him a small smile, I turned my attention back to the ceiling. "Thank you."

All of a sudden I heard a bunch of elephants tramping into the room.

Alright, elephants may have been an exaggeration, but seven anxious shifters filled up the small room. The four from Logan's pack stayed close to the door, but Ashlyn, Michael, and David all came over and knelt down beside me. My gaze never strayed from the ceiling, despite the now incessant chatter – mostly coming from Ashlyn.

"What're you looking at, Tor?" David asked me, moving my hair out of my face as he kneeled down beside the bed.

A slight smile tilted my lips upward. "A panda in a tutu riding a giraffe in a zebra shirt, who's balancing on a – No I'm pretty sure I'm just looking at the ceiling."

David just rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair. "Very funny."

"I know right?"

He poked my cheek. "So how are you holding up?"

A sigh slipped out of my mouth. "Bed rest for three days. And I have to serve it here." I hooked my thumb in Logan's direction. "With him."

"I think you'll survive. We'll come visit you every day," he said, chuckling.

"Yeah," Ashlyn threw in. "Wouldn't want you to have to deal with him all by yourself."

Logan's irritated growl caused me to attempt to stifle a giggle. Someone else in the room didn't succeed as well as I did. "Rikki, shut up," he told the red-headed girl from his pack. "And you," he said, pointing to Ashlyn. "Stop with the remarks about me."