Ava's Mate(17)

Moving out of his arms, she tried not to rub herself at the sudden coldness caused by the loss of his warmth. Ava closed her eyes so she wouldn’t cave as she answered him. “You need to leave. I will see you tomorrow night. I need what’s left today to myself. I have to figure out some things.” She let out a deep breath and opened her eyes to see him studying her.

“All right, I’m going. I’ll be here at six tomorrow night.”

She nodded and watched as he walked away.

When Ava heard the front door shut she counted to fifty and sunk to the floor, letting her wolf take over, hoping she’d given him enough time to walk far enough away.

* * * *

Logan ran to the beach and not the compound from Ava’s house as he needed to think. Could he mate a werewolf like his brother and sister had done? He didn’t know. Even though he’d told Ava he would give it all a try, he didn’t know if he could be happy.

He thought over last night and his time this morning with her in the kitchen. He had to admit it was the best sex he’d ever had and she was the only woman to keep up with him and not get tired. For the first time since he was a teenager it was him who had fallen asleep exhausted after sex.

Sitting on the sand, he watched the waves crash and he ran his fingers through the sand sifting it. Logan was tired of hooking up with different women, none had been what he wanted. What would it hurt for him to give everything a chance? On the drive back to Ava’s cottage he thought he’d decided to settle but after Ava’s little outburst he wondered at his behavior lately. His brother barely spoke to him and his parents weren’t much better. His sister Kirby was the only family member who seemed to be on speaking terms with him right now and he knew if Rane, her mate, or soon to be husband, had his way it would be different.

Logan laid back on the sand. Oh God, he’d been a real jack arse. He was angry at being reassigned, but that wasn’t his family’s fault, and he admitted it wasn’t the werewolves’ either. Logan knew the werewolves were training everyone at the government’s request.

Closing his eyes, he thought over everything. He wasn’t normal himself, and no matter what he did or said it didn’t look like he was ever going to be normal. He could channel paranormal gifts.

Thoughts of the demons from last night came back to him and he clenched his fist in the grainy sand. No, he wasn’t going to be normal anymore. Logan was going to help. He would not let those things out of nightmares take over the world and kill innocent people. He was going to help save the world, and if a certain leggy werewolf came with the gig and was still willing to give him a chance, he would show her that he could be the guy she wanted. And if it didn’t work out between them at least he knew he tried.

Logan wanted his brother back as his best friend, and for his parents to stop with the short, clipped replies or one word sentences. As he lay listening to the waves crash, he promised himself he would be better. He was going to give these werewolves a chance and hone his gift.

Feeling like a huge weight had just been lifted off his shoulders, he closed his eyes and relaxed, knowing he had a few people to apologize to.

He awoke on the sand to the sun setting and something licking his face. Opening one eye, he stared at the most beautiful shiny black coat and bright clear blue eyes. What a gorgeous wolf. Logan closed his eye and took a deep breath before opening them and slowly getting up, stretching his sunburnt body.

He reached over and ran his fingers through the fur coat. The wolf moved closer to his touch and rubbed its body on him. Logan knew this was Ava, he could feel it right through to his bones. “You are stunning.” He gripped her fur and they started to walk off the beach and toward the military base. “I knew you would be beautiful. So slick, and soft, and your eyes look magnificent against the black.”

He shook himself and thought what an idiot he was. “Do you understand me in this form?”

The wolf…Ava…stopped, and her head went up and down.

“I have seen your brothers and your mother but you, you’re…” He turned from her, shook his head, and kept walking. “I knew you were intelligent. I just wasn’t sure how much in this form, and I didn’t want to ask.”

Ava rubbed her fur covered body against him as he slowly walked back to the base.

“I’m going to have to apologize to a couple of people, like my brother and his girlfriend.” He looked down at the wolf Ava and groaned. “His mate, as you call her. And I’m also going to have to say sorry to my parents and sister. Kirby’s going to love it too, she does have a slight evil streak.”