staring at him, heat in his liquid brown eyes. Logan knew that look. It was nothing short of pure fucking. The man wanted Logan. The weight of his want was not only in his eyes, but Logan could feel it like a physical caress along his skin.
He averted his eyes back to the alpha.
“Have you ever heard of styre mente ?” Zeus asked as he took a seat behind his desk.
“Can’t say that I have,” Logan said as he shifted to the other foot.
The doctor gave him a soft smile. It was one of those smiles that said, oh, well then, you’re in for a doozy .
Logan didn’t like doozies.
He stood there, listening to the doctor explain to him what a styre mente was, and began to feel sick to his stomach. This had to be a joke. It had to be some sort of sick and twisted joke that the doctor pulled on his patients just to get them to cooperate. If he wanted more blood, all he had to do was ask. Not that Logan would have said yes, but it was better than listening to this bullshit.
Logan was becoming uneasy. It was a feeling he didn’t like. The doctor was talking about something completely impossible. The man had to be certifiable.
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Logan?” the doctor asked.
“Not one single damn word. Now, can I go to my mom’s?” He didn’t mean to say it so aggressively, but Logan was tired of hearing this crap. A blond man stepped up next to the doctor, his blue eyes raking over Logan as if he weren’t even worthy enough to talk to the doctor, or maybe he just didn’t like Logan. He really didn’t care.
“I’m fine, Eagle,” the doctor said to the blond man. “He’s just scared.”
Mr. Blondie didn’t look like he cared what the reason was for Logan’s tone. If he had been in a room full of humans, Logan would have probably flipped them all off and walked away, but he wasn’t.
Eagle’s eyes were glacial blue, the tip of one canine showing under his upper lip.
He was in a room full of wolves.
Would he make it out of here alive? That was one hell of a warning look being shot at him. Logan got the message loud and clear. No yelling at the doctor. But Logan wasn’t backing down, not in front of these men. For all he knew, they would smell weakness and converge on him, leaving nothing behind but his bones for toothpicks.
“If we allow you to leave, Logan, the man that was after you just might find and kill you,” Rave said as he inched closer. Logan took a step away. He didn’t want any of these men in arm’s reach.
“I don’t believe any of this.”
“So then why was Aba after you?” Rave asked.
Hell if Logan knew. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted out of this room. He was becoming angry that he couldn’t just go to his mom’s. No one should be able to find him there. The only reason anyone knew where he lived was because they either followed him home or got the information from his hospital charts. “I want to leave.”
He felt a surge of power stretch out from his mind, expanding across the room like small ripples in a pond after someone had tossed a rock in. It was like tiny tentacles reaching out, feelers grabbing at the closest person. Logan had actually felt them. He stood there stunned as Zeus smiled at him.
“You can go to your mom’s. We won’t hold you up any longer.”
If he hadn’t felt the exerted power leave him, Logan wouldn’t have believed it. It had been like nothing he had ever felt before. He concentrated on the thought of leaving, pushing it toward the pack of wolves, straining for them to let him go.
“Stop it!”
Logan glanced at Rave. His hands were balled up into fists, tiny spatters of blood on his hands. It looked like Rave had dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands, fighting against whatever the hell Logan had been trying to do.
“You can’t use that against anyone not trying to harm you.”
The men around him blinked as if coming out of a dream and then began to growl low in their throats. Did
He averted his eyes back to the alpha.
“Have you ever heard of styre mente ?” Zeus asked as he took a seat behind his desk.
“Can’t say that I have,” Logan said as he shifted to the other foot.
The doctor gave him a soft smile. It was one of those smiles that said, oh, well then, you’re in for a doozy .
Logan didn’t like doozies.
He stood there, listening to the doctor explain to him what a styre mente was, and began to feel sick to his stomach. This had to be a joke. It had to be some sort of sick and twisted joke that the doctor pulled on his patients just to get them to cooperate. If he wanted more blood, all he had to do was ask. Not that Logan would have said yes, but it was better than listening to this bullshit.
Logan was becoming uneasy. It was a feeling he didn’t like. The doctor was talking about something completely impossible. The man had to be certifiable.
“Do you understand what I’m saying to you, Logan?” the doctor asked.
“Not one single damn word. Now, can I go to my mom’s?” He didn’t mean to say it so aggressively, but Logan was tired of hearing this crap. A blond man stepped up next to the doctor, his blue eyes raking over Logan as if he weren’t even worthy enough to talk to the doctor, or maybe he just didn’t like Logan. He really didn’t care.
“I’m fine, Eagle,” the doctor said to the blond man. “He’s just scared.”
Mr. Blondie didn’t look like he cared what the reason was for Logan’s tone. If he had been in a room full of humans, Logan would have probably flipped them all off and walked away, but he wasn’t.
Eagle’s eyes were glacial blue, the tip of one canine showing under his upper lip.
He was in a room full of wolves.
Would he make it out of here alive? That was one hell of a warning look being shot at him. Logan got the message loud and clear. No yelling at the doctor. But Logan wasn’t backing down, not in front of these men. For all he knew, they would smell weakness and converge on him, leaving nothing behind but his bones for toothpicks.
“If we allow you to leave, Logan, the man that was after you just might find and kill you,” Rave said as he inched closer. Logan took a step away. He didn’t want any of these men in arm’s reach.
“I don’t believe any of this.”
“So then why was Aba after you?” Rave asked.
Hell if Logan knew. The only thing he knew for sure was that he wanted out of this room. He was becoming angry that he couldn’t just go to his mom’s. No one should be able to find him there. The only reason anyone knew where he lived was because they either followed him home or got the information from his hospital charts. “I want to leave.”
He felt a surge of power stretch out from his mind, expanding across the room like small ripples in a pond after someone had tossed a rock in. It was like tiny tentacles reaching out, feelers grabbing at the closest person. Logan had actually felt them. He stood there stunned as Zeus smiled at him.
“You can go to your mom’s. We won’t hold you up any longer.”
If he hadn’t felt the exerted power leave him, Logan wouldn’t have believed it. It had been like nothing he had ever felt before. He concentrated on the thought of leaving, pushing it toward the pack of wolves, straining for them to let him go.
“Stop it!”
Logan glanced at Rave. His hands were balled up into fists, tiny spatters of blood on his hands. It looked like Rave had dug his fingernails into the palms of his hands, fighting against whatever the hell Logan had been trying to do.
“You can’t use that against anyone not trying to harm you.”
The men around him blinked as if coming out of a dream and then began to growl low in their throats. Did
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