Bloodlines Truth

Chapter 5

Logan had gone completely still, processing everything that I had said to him. While he was processing, I looked at our audience in the hall and shouted, “I suggest you all get lost. Don’t you have classes to get to?” Everyone scattered.

“Wait. Someone you lost?” His voice was low. “Who?” I looked at him, realizing I shared a little too much, but I know he needs to hear it. Logan looked at me, “Killed him …” He was processing my words carefully, then his jaw tightened, and his expression changed to one of realization, “You think I’m heading down the same road, don’t you?” he asked. I could feel his wolf settling and him calming a little with my closeness. “Then tell me what point that is before I become lost.”

I stared a moment trying to understand this young pup who needs my guidance. I know that I will have to tell him who I am and soon so that I can help him. I hope that I won't make a mistake. I hope I can save him before he destroys himself.

“When I can trust you, Logan, then I will tell you more.” I sighed, standing up and looking down at him still sitting on the floor. “I can’t tell you that point, but you must find yourself. You need to find yourself. Who are you, Logan? A feared narcissistic Alpha, or an Alpha that has the love and respect of his people.” I turned and spoke over my shoulder, “One heals you. The other will annihilate you and all those around you. You decide …” Logan's throat swallowed hard while he listened to my words. I could feel the fear on the bond as well as the anticipation.

“Love and respect.” He tested the words like they were a foreign language, “Not fear.” He stood up, his hands curled into fists. He looked down, “Easier said than done when everyone expects you to be feared.” His wolf became quiet and considered the comparison. “You lost someone who was feared, not loved.” He looked up with a determined look. “Help me be who I should be so you won’t lose me.” He half begged.” So that I won’t lose myself,” closing his eyes hoping I would.

I stood there. Wondering if I should walk away. Thinking,” I can’t go through this again. It will break me.” But knowing I must, scares me.