Healed by the Alpha (Hunted Book Two)

Chapter Thirty Two

Logan

I stormed back to the pack house, already in a dreadful mood and suffering from sleep deprivation. The sun was almost centre in the sky which meant it was near midday. I was suddenly all too aware that everyone would be awake at the pack when I got back, I wondered if my mate would've even realised I was gone. We'd been so hot and cold with each other. When things were starting to look like they were going well she'd pull away again and I just didn't know how to break that cycle.

I wanted to sleep, I wanted to crawl under my covers and never come out again. But that wasn't an option, I didn't trust these witches but there was a vital piece of information that I'd forgotten. The book. In the first letter I'd read before embarking on this crazy adventure, it stated that there was a book in the library that I should read. That was my first mission, to find that book.

I realised that I looked absolutely crazy, my clothes were dirty from falling and the cut in my head, although probably healed, couldn't look good. I got strange stares from everyone as I walked through my pack house, I just glared at them until they looked away. I was in no mood for conversation. I didn't know if my mother had followed behind me, or if she was still too busy with her new friends, but I didn't care. She wasn't welcome inside this house as long as Whitt lived here.

If given the chance, she'd probably snap my mate up and take her straight to the witches. I couldn't trust anyone. I hadn't heard from the Rising Dawn pack in what felt like weeks, I had no idea what was going on around my pack, so I had to take measures into my own hands. This was a new potential threat and that is what we would focus on. I passed my office and noticed the door ajar. I stopped, instantly reminded that once upon a time this pack had an informant of its own.

I bolted to the door, filled by my last bolt of energy before I would crash. I jumped into the door and scanned the room frantically as the door smashed against the wall. My fists were raised and ready for action, my energy was depleting fast and I needed to get this over with. All of my gunfire seemed to be just smoke, there was nothing unusual about my office.

The soot in the fire hadn't been touched, and the only thing out of place was the comforter that would usually be on the back of my office sofa. Now, instead of being in its normal stop, it was crumpled up in the middle of the chair. A body was gently snoring underneath it. There was only one person in my pack with hair as black as that.

"Whitt?" I sighed, instantly putting down my guarded firsts and walking straight to her. The door smashing against the wall hadn't seemed to wake her at all. How long had she been in here? Had she been up all night? What was she doing here? I sat next to her, ready to wake her and spew out all of the questions I was dying to ask, but she was so peaceful. I lifted my hand to her cheek and brushed a stray strand of hair back from her mouth, she was so beautiful. Even snoring it seemed.

At the light touch of my fingers she started to stir, her head moving from side to side to wipe away the sleep. She opened her mouth to say something and her voice sounded croaky, had she been crying? "If this is still a dream, it's the worst dream ever. If it's not, fetch me some coffee." I leaned back on my chair next to her head, my hand still knotted in her hair as I played aimlessly. "Good morning sleepy, you know we have perfectly good beds right up the stairs?" I teased her.

She groaned and lifted herself onto her elbows to look at me, "where were you?" I blinked, surprised that she'd even noticed I was gone, it didn't seem like I'd been out for that long. I looked straight ahead, lost in the daydream of what had happened, "I had a few errands to run last night, they lasted longer than I'd expected them to." She didn't believe me, the fact that she'd stayed perfectly still studying my face told me that. "Why are you lying to me?" She said, not taking offence, but stating a fact. She was too damn good at this.

I rubbed my eyes, "I'm not entirely sure what I'm dealing with yet and you have a lot of training to focus on. I don't want to weigh you down with specifics." I was caught off guard as her hand twisted around my arm and gripped my hand in hers. She lowered both of our hands so that they were in my lap, "If we are doing this, I'm going to be your Luna." The words leaving her lips made my heart jump a millions miles into the air, but when it came back down again I had a dreadful feeling in my stomach. "I need you to trust me with these things, I'm here for you." She finished off.

I couldn't shake the thoughts from my head, the thoughts of her lying stone cold, the dagger I'd had aimed at me in her chest. Fear gripped at every one of my senses. If she became my Luna everyone would know, every supernatural being in the surrounding areas would know. The witches would know. If they knew Jessie, all they'd have to do was get a good look at Whitt and they'd recognise her. It had been years since Dominick had seen his sister, and yet he had known her. I shoved my fears back inside and smiled at her, "I just need some rest and then maybe we can talk about it?"

She wasn't convinced but she let me have it anyway, "the sofa is pretty comfortable actually, I might make this my new room." I laughed a whole hearted laugh, "you can't have my office as your bedroom." Her eyes scanned mine, something from deep within coming to the surface. Oh. I recognised that look. Her fingers tiptoed up my arm, her nails grazing my skin slightly, "I'm sure plenty of people manage to make an office work for the bedroom." I could read between her words. I wanted what she wanted and she knew it.