Shaking his head to get rid of the images of that first encounter, he stomped into his quarters. He knew he should feel grateful to the were creatures for keeping his family and the world safe, but Logan was having a hard time accepting that humans weren’t the only Homo sapiens living on earth.
The biggest problem for him was that the other beings who protected the humans turned into animals, unnatural monsters. He shuddered, remembering Rane, Devlin, Tray, and all the others in half-change. Logan had no idea how his sister and brother found that attractive. He grudgingly admitted to himself that when they were in human form they were a good looking bunch, but when they fully changed into their animal they were magnificent. Logan’s thoughts reluctantly turned back to Ava, and once again he wondered what she would look like in her full wolf mode.
Collapsing on the bed, he buried his face into the pillow, groaning. He needed to stop thinking about her, because she was off limits. Not only was she a werewolf, but she was also his sister’s mate’s sister. Plus, he was going to find a normal, sweet, human woman to get it on with, marry, have some kids and all that. Not that he was even looking for anything like that at the moment, but when he did, she would definitely not be a werewolf.
Logan rolled to the side and set his clock for four hours sleep. He didn’t know why he bothered, he knew he wouldn’t sleep, even though he needed to as he was on patrol duties tonight.
He groaned again as he remembered he was still on rotation with Major Rane, his sister’s mate. Logan hoped Kirby wasn’t coming, and even more he hoped Rane’s brother Kane and his petite wife weren’t joining them. That little woman was weird, and that was something coming from him, whose sister and mother could command animals and communicate with them.
He banged his head against the pillow, not wanting to think any more about powers, because he would then have to admit he wasn’t so normal after all. Logan punched his fist into the wall. His life was out of control. He was just glad that when he had used his power in the battle a couple of weeks ago, everyone was so busy they didn’t even notice it. He banged his head on the pillow again. At this rate he was never going to sleep.
Getting out of bed, he felt compelled to run, the need to breathe and clear his head overwhelming his tired body. He changed into running shorts and chucked his shirt on the bed. Running across the beach, loving the sound of the waves crashing, the saltwater breeze against him, he had to admit it was the best thing about living there. Logan loved the water and the sea breeze, it was so refreshing. Every morning he got up since he’d been there felt like a new and fresh day.
He ran down the beach to the rocks and back again until he calmed down enough to sit on the sand and watch the waves crash to the shore. He had Sunday off, so he was going to go out, maybe find a woman he could get to know better, and get laid. Ahh, he thought, I must be really in need of a good fuck, because I still couldn’t get Ava off my mind. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts. His raging boner hadn’t gone away since he’d seen her. Logan could still feel her body against his. Shit, he’d almost taken her against the wall in the compound.
Groaning, he jumped up and ran into the cold ocean water, dunking his head and staying under as long as he could, fighting the currents and waves. Okay, so he really needed to have sex with a woman. He wondered what time they would finish hunting tonight. Early he hoped, so he could go out and fix his problem. He tried to remember one of the women he had been visiting the last couple of months, but stuff it if he could think of one, the only woman who came to mind was the werewolf.
Dunking his head again, he berated himself, promising to not even think of going there. He would find someone else. Logan strolled out of the water. God, maybe it would be better if his sister did come on the hunt tonight. If she did, it would end early, and then he could go and relieve all his tension. He didn’t care what his body wanted, it was not getting the werewolf.
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It was Ava’s turn to go see her brother Arden. She would do it all the time if they let her, but Kane, Rane, and her parents said he needed to learn how to be social with people, and not just fight, kill, and occasionally eat. Her brother never used to be like this. Sure, he fought demons and was a lead enforcer, but until a week and a half ago, he’d socialized, laughed, and left his house to do things other than fight. This was that human Remy’s fault. She’d been sick, and Arden had healed her by mate marking her, which helped Remy get back to one hundred percent. But as soon as Remy was well she’d run, and now Arden was paying the price as his wolf was going feral without its mate.