Meanwhile, Logan was in his father's room. He had just gotten off the phone with Louve, his cousin, who had confirmed that she would be visiting the pack that same day. He stood up from the bed and stretched, then looked over at his father, who was knocked out on the couch. He had thought he would find the man awake, but it seemed that every time he came, the man was either drunk or fast asleep.
The room was in much better repair than the last time he visited. He had told a few maids to clean up the place before he came in. The bottles of beer that had once littered the floor were gone. The curtains had been drawn and the windows opened, and the bed had been freshly laid. Logan had had a restless sleep as his wolf had cried out for his mate, and his father had been snoring on the couch.
