He Said Mine So I Took Him Instead

CHAPTER 11

I honestly expected them to shut it down or tell me to rest instead, so I didn't even come prepared with a proper list of questions. I had a ton of them, sure, but I was holding back the big ones on purpose. I wanted to ease into it first... like warming them up before I dropped the heavier stuff.

My eyes moved between the two of them as I tapped the pen lightly against my lips, trying to pick something safe to start with. There were so many things I wanted to ask that it almost made my head hurt. And for a second, I hesitated.

Because yeah... I wanted answers. But I wasn't stupid. I already had a feeling I wasn't going to like everything they were about to tell me. Some truths don't exactly come wrapped in a cute little bow.

Still, I needed to know. No more avoiding it. No more guessing. This was my chance.

So I finally wrote it down.

"Are you really werewolves?"

I held the notepad up, but my eyes stayed on Logan more than my mom this time. Something told me he was the one I needed to hear this from.

"Yeah," he let out a low chuckle, the kind that sounded way too calm for how intense this conversation was. I swear my body reacted before my brain did, like I had to physically remind myself not to flinch at how deep his voice was. "We shift whenever we choose to... or when emotions hit really hard. Anger, mostly. It's not like those full moon horror movie things. We don't just lose it and turn into mindless beasts." He paused slightly. "Most of us are actually pretty stable... unless something pushes us too far."

The way he said it was so casual, like shifting into a giant wolf was just another Tuesday activity. Meanwhile my brain was still stuck on what the actual hell did he just say.

And somehow... it felt like he already knew that was exactly what I was going to ask. Which was honestly kind of creepy.

The whole "full moon equals chaos" thing I had in my head? Completely wrong. Apparently.

But I wasn't fully convinced about the "peaceful" part either. Not when I was literally sitting here remembering him shifting more than once, especially when he was angry. That didn't exactly scream calm and friendly neighborhood wolf pack.

Still, I wrote down the next thing quickly.

"How?"

Logan tilted his head slightly, like even he had to think about that one.

"I'm not completely sure," he admitted after a moment. "I don't think anyone really is. We're born with it. The werewolf gene just runs in certain families and packs." He shrugged a little, like it was normal to say something like that out loud. "Some stories say a Moon Goddess gave the first pack their ability a long time ago—like protection for a village or something. Others believe it came from some kind of science experiment that went wrong."

He exhaled softly, glancing down for a second before looking back at me.

"No one's ever been able to prove either version. And honestly... most of us don't even question it anymore. This is just life for my pack. It's all we've ever known."

I quickly wrote down my next question on a fresh sheet of paper, then turned it so both of them could see.

"What's a Luna?"

It felt like a safe enough question... at least compared to everything else swirling in my head. I wasn't expecting anything bad from it either. I'd already heard Alpha Paul call Gemma his "Luna," and the way he looked at her... the way she looked back at him... it didn't feel scary or negative at all. If anything, it looked soft. Protective. Almost... loving.

So yeah, I was hoping I wasn't about to regret asking this. Especially since Doctor Luke had called me "Luna" earlier too. That alone already had my brain spiraling.

My mom glanced at Logan first. "I think you should explain this one," she said quietly.

Logan went silent for a moment, like he was organizing his thoughts before speaking.

"Luna," he finally started, "is tied to the Moon Goddess. In a pack, the Luna is the mate of the Alpha."

He paused slightly, then continued.

"In my parents' case, they're mates. So when they found each other, they became Alpha and Luna together. The Luna is basically the female counterpart to the Alpha—kind of like the Alpha female role in the pack."

I stayed still, listening carefully as he spoke.

"She helps manage the pack, looks after its members, and shares the responsibility of leading with the Alpha. It's not just a title... it's a role. A really important one."

His gaze held mine for a moment longer, steady and serious.

"Without a Luna," he added, voice quieter now, "a pack doesn't really function the same way. It eventually falls apart."

A Luna sounded like a pretty big deal... like someone the whole pack actually depended on. And honestly? I couldn't picture myself being that person at all. There was no way Doctor Luke got that right.

Also, I didn't miss the way Logan kept saying his parents were "mates." That word was still sticking in my brain like a puzzle piece I couldn't fit anywhere. Because clearly it didn't just mean friends or partners like normal people. It sounded more... permanent. Like something chosen, not casual.

The more questions I asked, the more new ones kept popping up in my head, like my brain was glitching but in the worst way possible.

I gave a small nod, flipped the page on the notepad, and wrote down my next question.

"What's a rogue?"

My mom answered first this time. I glanced away from Logan and focused on her instead.

"A rogue," she began gently, "is a werewolf who doesn't belong to any pack."

She paused for a second, like she was choosing her words carefully.

"Most rogues are werewolves who've basically lost control to their wolf side. It's like the human part of them fades too much, and they start acting on instinct instead."

Her voice dropped slightly.

"They're usually dangerous... unpredictable. A lot of them are violent because they can't really control themselves anymore."

Then she added a little softer, almost like she didn't want to scare me too much,

"But not all rogues are the same. Some of them are still in control. That can happen if they're searching for their mate... or if they're strong enough to fight against their wolf's instincts."

"I guess you could say it's not exactly a 'friendly neighborhood werewolf' kind of situation," I wrote, the words a little rushed like my brain was trying to keep up with everything I was learning at once. Honestly, I wasn't even sure how Logan fit into all of this anymore—like, was he the "good guy werewolf" just because he had a pack? And that word again... mate. It kept popping up like some kind of big deal I clearly wasn't in on yet. The way Logan said it earlier, like it meant something huge, made me feel like I was missing a major piece of the puzzle. And if I was reading him right... he probably already had a mate somewhere, which was... fun. Not confusing at all.

My brows knit together as another thought hit me, slower this time, heavier. One of us—me or my mom—had been called a rogue when Alpha Paul barged in earlier, all tense and aggressive like he owned the room. The problem was... I wasn't a werewolf. Pretty sure my mom wasn't either. So what exactly did that make us?

"Why did your dad call one of us a rogue?" I scribbled quickly, the pen almost scratching through the paper because I was writing too hard.

"We'll explain that later," my mom jumped in right away, her voice a little too fast, a little too controlled. I glanced up just in time to see Logan watching her like he wanted to say something—actually, like he should say something—but one look from her shut him down instantly. His jaw tightened, but he stayed quiet, and somehow that silence said way more than any explanation would've.

I figured there was no point pushing it with her, so I just flipped to a fresh page and wrote my next question, the pen slowing a little like I already knew this answer was going to change things for me.

"Whats a mate?"