Jayson Holmes' POV.
I grinned as I turned back to Logan. We both stared at each other for a long while before I looked away. "I was hoping I could get a warm welcome, an embrace or even a kiss on my cheeks but then, I met the angry Logan after fifteen years of being apart." I mumbled with a smile on my face.
"I don't know what game you are trying to play here, uncle. Jayson but I am not interested in it!" He scowled as he picked up his glass cup that still had liquor in it.
It was okay. Fifteen years being away, I had gotten used to using my werewolf abilities for my own good, and the more I worked on my senses, the more they remained very sensitive and stronger.
"And you should be the sweetheart, Patricia Shepherd." I mumbled as I rolled my eyes. "How lovely it is to see you again, Tr
