"Why didn’t you tell me before?" As I gazed at the old journal in my hands, its edges torn from years of neglect, my voice faltered.
Logan sat on the other side of the room, staring at the roaring fireplace with a tight jaw. Since Jared had brought up Lina's warning, he had remained silent. The weight of the pack, the history, and his own choices all seemed to be bearing down on him simultaneously.
"Because," answered Logan in a harsh voice, "some truths are better left buried."
With trembling fingers, I opened the journal to a random page. Although I had never seen them before, the handwriting on the page was recognizable. The handwriting of my mother.
"You think this is better buried?" Holding up the papers, I bounded back. "Logan, this is a guide to everything that has occurred, not
