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Logan woke up when he slammed the truck door shut behind him. She sat up and peered out the cab window.
Connell had stopped the truck in front of a small, rustic cabin halfway up a mountain. The passenger door opened, and he gestured for her to get out.
“The pack’s house is much smaller than I imagined,” she said with a little yawn, staying put.
“This isn’t pack property,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I need to get some sleep, and the compound is still three hours away. I don’t want to get there in the middle of the night. I want the pack alert when we arrive, or someone might do something stupid. And something tells me you don’t drive much.”
Frowning, Logan hopped out of the truck. He didn’t blame her for her obvious skepticism. The cabin did look pretty rundown fr
