Logan could feel Douglas’ eyes boring a hole into her. A few minutes later, he gave a small signal, and the Weres scattered. A few hung back to talk to Douglas and some of the other elders. Logan went to the truck to retrieve her pack, Connell close at her heels.
“Father will have to stay behind to talk to the others for a little,” he explained. “I know you could whip over there in a few minutes, but it would be best if you didn’t step into the chief’s home without his invitation. And sorry about Yogi. He’s a bit of a hothead, and this situation is taxing his control.”
Logan shrugged, “It’s understandable under the circumstances. Can I ask how he got saddled with Yogi when Sammy got a nice, normal name?”
Connell smiled wryly, “He didn’t. Sammy is short for Sammael.”
Logan clucked sympa
