CHAPTER SEVEN
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LOGAN POV
Thanks to the heads up from Lexi I managed to make a quick exit from the Guesthouse
before the she-wolf moved in. The few hours that Lexi managed to get me were
enough, I only had a couple of bags, so it was easy to grab them, then
de-scent, before making my why, to where? Crap it looks like my car is going to
have to be my answer, for now at least.
As resourceful as I am, it wasn’t something I managed to do in time, I was still
trying to remain under the radar when it came to my father. I know it seems
selfish, but honestly, I would rather sleep in my car than give dad extra days
to drag me around or into meetings, hours and hours, of meetings, that brings
me to now, now I am sitting her in my car.
It seems Lexi has played the buffer between the she-wolf and father. There has to
be more to her story, I know her mother and our father are Mates, but usually
father wouldn’t encourage a girl to move into the Palace. I only have a short
time before father expects me home, I need to use the time I have left to find
out more about her, her family and her pack, there will be something father
wants from her.
Sneaking around the Palace when I am only avoiding father and his guards is way easier
than now, when he has increased security so much, and then there is her! Father
has given her free run of the Palace and grounds, so in an attempt to only have
to worry about myself, I told Lexi to take her shopping. I need to get some
answers.
Once they left, I made my way back to the Guesthouse, my keys making quick work
accessing pas the locked door. Inside I begin to look around and search for
some answers. She doesn’t have a lot of stuff unless she still has some to come
from her Pack.
I called a couple of mates who I was seeking information, just so happens one of
them is in her Pack right now, and another one was recently posted there. At
least I have a chance to learn a few things and I also have the chance to reach
out at other times.
Now that helps a lot of little things to make a little more sense. My Lycan and I
do like her scent, its calming to s. Her bedroom is filled with her scent as I
open her door it engulfed me, a growling roar leaving my body.
Finding some photo albums, I decide to sit and have a look through them, perhaps I can
get a better sense of what is going on. Opening the pages the first photograph
in the book is one where she is obviously with her father, they are arm in arm
smiling and laughing.
I can see she was close with her father, the love and devotion between them
obvious. She has notes next to the photos, this one noting a sunrise hike to
the best ever spot. I guess that’s a thing! The pages are filled with pictures
of her, her father, the Alpha and another girl, she looks to be around the same
age. So many photos of the four of them doing so many things, but very few
pictures of her mother, the last page of the Album showed a picture of her
cousin, I have now worked out. Her notes being very helpful!
The albums are a wealth of knowledge giving me enough information to know something
at least. Her and her cousin seem close, the two of them having the most
captivating eyes. Although being in this room is comforting, an my Lycan feels
at ease here with her scent all around us. I settle back against the bed and
continue my chance to learn more about the beauty of a she-wolf that now seems
to be a fixed part of my life, but there is more to her and now I want to know
more. I think to myself, when did my thinking change to be positive about her
here.
Knowing Lexi will mind-link when they are on their way home. I can some-what take my
time, a little more investigation/searching I found a small box decorated with
all sorts of hand drawn pictures, it’s quaint, it has a trick lock, but I used
to play with these types of puzzles enabling me to get into it quickly.
Its contents is not at all what I expected, it contains a few more photographs, a
ring, it has an inscription but I can’t read it, then there are some notes,
notes between her and her cousin, a letter from her father from her last
birthday, I note that was just before she came here. Other little knick-knacks
filling the bottom of the box.
The notes and letters are all about her relationship with her cousin and the
comfort she can find in the world around us. I feel uncomfortable going through
her personal stuff, but eh more I find out the quicker I can work out how to
help her. For some reason she has father’s attention, I’m not sure what his interest
is but I will find out.
I pull out the last two pieces of paper, one is a goodbye from a friend, his name
is Bryce, reading that makes me growl, my Lycan is suddenly much more
protective. The last piece of paper is tucked right to the bottom ad caught
under the lining slightly taking it from the box I unfold the paper, there is a
type of familiarity to it, which makes me shake my head feeling daft.
Once open my breath catches, I know this writing, then the words written there send
chills down my spine.
~~Note ~~
I know who your mates are, you will be theirs. Make no Mistake! You have an
already pre-determined DESTINY! Your FATE is written already. I will make sure
you end up where you should.
~~End Note ~~
Still trying to get my head around this, what does he know, why is he ensuring that
she has the information. Should she not be able to find her mate or what?
Mates? What does he mean by that, is she a Lycan, does he know something about
her that no one else does?
Feeling very protective, my Lycan urges me to find out what I can, I may need to do
some research at the Council Library. That can be the plan over the next week,
I will get a chance to go to the council, Dad will make sure of it, in fact
there will more than likely be all sorts of meetings and interviews, dad is
just a confusion for me. Especially now that I have seen that note.
I make my way out of the Guesthouse and back to my car without incident. However,
my head now swimming with questions, curiosities and other things that I am
still not even sure where they fit into the whole situation.
I thought perhaps father let Morghan come here to be a distraction for us boys,
ensuring that we definitely don’t have any interest in his mate. (Internally my
stomach roils at that thought.)
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