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sharp tongue and a heavy dose of denial in his blood, but Rave wasn’t that cruel. “You honestly don’t know, do you?”
    Logan opened the back door, ignoring Rave as he stepped into the house. He glanced around and then looked at the man sitting on the couch, his face pale. “Cal, pack your bags, we’re going to my mom’s.”
    Rave felt the pulse in his temple beat harder as he tried his best not to just grab Logan and toss the man over his shoulder. It wasn’t easy. “No, you’re coming back to Pride Pack Valley where you will be safe.”
    “No, I’m going to my mom’s.”
    Rave could feel the mental push, the ripple wash over him to let Logan leave with Cal. He shook his head, digging his fingernails into the palms of his hands to stop the impulse to let Logan walk out of the front door. “Stop that.”
    Logan looked genuinely puzzled, but still ready to argue. “Stop what?”
    “Stop trying to get me to do what you want.”
    Logan’s combative expression melted away, replaced by total confusion. “How can I make you do what I want?”
    “You’re a styre mente ,” Jaxxon stated and then shrugged when Rave turned and glared at him. “We’re getting nowhere being tactful.”
    Rave gave a low growl toward the wolf.
    “A what?” Logan asked.
    “I’ll explain on the way back to Pride Pack Valley,” Rave said as he walked toward the front door, realizing that he was still naked.
    “Ian, can you get me a pair of jogging pants from the Jeep?”
    Ian nodded and walked out. There was no sense in scaring the neighbors if they were watching the house. Rave wanted to smile when he noticed Logan trying his damnedest not to stare at Rave’s exposed cock.
    “I told you already. I’m going to my mom’s.”
    There was no push this time. No ripple or force behind Logan’s words. It was just an ordinary statement. Rave wanted to tell Logan that he was getting better at his ability, but decided to leave it alone.
    Once Ian gave Rave the pants, he slid them on and walked outside. He was bare-chested and shoeless, but he’d live.
    He opened the door to the Nissan and reached in, grabbing the knob, and pulled, hearing the hood pop. He closed the door and walked around front, feeling underneath for the latch. Once he had it opened, he yanked the spark plug wires completely free.
    “What are you doing?” Cal said as he raced outside.
    “Ensuring that Logan comes with me.” Rave could see the honey yellow of Cal’s eyes and knew he was some sort of cat shifter. He just wasn’t sure what kind. A black panther would be harder to fight. They had a lot of muscle under their sleek coats.
    But so did Rave.
    “I’ll go,” Logan said as he walked out toward the car. “Just give Cal back his car parts.”
    “Get in the Jeep, and Cal can have them back.” It was childish, but Rave was determined to make sure Logan got into the Jeep. Not only was he following his alpha’s orders, Logan was his mate. He would do whatever it took to protect the man.
    Rave opened the back door of the Jeep and motioned for Logan to get in with a theatrical wave of his arm. Logan didn’t look impressed.
    His mate walked to the Jeep, but kept his eyes locked on Rave, as if he were going to leap onto the man at any second.
    Glancing over at Cal, Rave wasn’t so sure leaving the man behind was a good idea, cat shifter or not. “Do you know who the man was that tried to take you?” he asked Logan as his mate rounded the back door of the Jeep.
    Logan shrugged. “A psychotic asshole.”
    Rave had a feeling Logan was lumping him into that category.
    Maybe it was the way Logan had darted his blue eyes at Rave when he said it. Why did Rave have a guilty conscience? He shook his head, wondering if Logan was doing that damn mental thing again.
    “Lucky for you I showed up, huh?”
    “Yeah, lucky me,” Logan said flatly.
    Rave ignored Logan’s cheerful tone. “Is Cal going to be safe here?”
    Once again, Logan’s shoulders lifted and