Logan's Calling

by Abbey Polidori

  They lay together in the moonlight afterward and nuzzled each other.

  'Logan,' she said, 'we can never go back to our old lives. Not now the Temple know who we are... what we are. They won't stop until they have us. They're too powerful for us to fight.'

  'So what do we do? Flee?'

  She thought for a moment then replied, 'We do the best that we can.'

  *

  After Sarah was asleep, Logan explored the surrounding woods.He wanted to experience his new form as much as he could, acutely aware that soon the sunrise would arrive and wash away the moonlight and he would shift back to his human form.

  He found the ruins of an old house someone had built out here miles away from civilization and he stepped among the crumbling stone walls and looked up at the full moon. The house reminded him of his old life, life before Sarah. He hadn't physically removed himself from the world as the owner of this house had but he might as well have. He had been just as remote. And now, like this house, his old life was simply ruins.

  Now he had need to hide away but it was because he was hunted, not because he was afraid.

  And now he had Sarah, his mate.

  She had turned his old life upside down and she was a huge part of his new life.

  He left the old ruined house and returned to where his mate lay sleeping in the moonlight. Settling down beside her, he pressed himself against her fur, feeling her body heat.

  And for the first time in a long while, Logan James slept deeply with no dreams or nightmares.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Promise

  Otis Pike, the owner of the "Luckee Stop" Gas Station just outside the small town of Promise, Montana didn't see many strangers so when the cherry red Jeep pulled up by the pumps, he looked out of the window with some interest. When he saw the pretty blonde who got out and started filling the vehicle with gas, his interest became more lecherous than curious. Damn she was a fine woman.

  But then her boyfriend got out of the Jeep and came into the store, nodding to Otis and heading for the snacks aisle. Well boyfriend or not, Otis intended to get as much of an eyeful as he could before they drove away. The way the blonde's ass filled her jeans was mighty fine.

  Then the guy had to spoil it again by coming up to the checkout and with a half dozen candy bars and bags of chips. Otis sighed. He didn't get many pleasant distractions driving into the gas station and this feller was ruining his concentration.

  Then he got a good look at the feller and his eyes widened. 'Afternoon,' he said, trying not to stare at the scar that ran down the left side of the man's face. The guy must have been in some terrible accident to get a scar like that.

  'Afternoon,' the guy replied.

  'You just passing through?' Otis asked. Damn stupid question. Everyone who came to Promise was just passing through.

  'Maybe. What's the town like?'

  'Quiet. Damn quiet. We're too far away from any highways or large towns for anyone to be interested in us.'

  The feller nodded. 'Sounds ideal. We like it quiet.'

  'Yeah? You don't look to me like the kind of feller who would want life to be all that quiet. I reckon you'd get bored soon enough.' The woman replaced the gas nozzle. Otis rang up the gas along with the chips and candy. 'You paying cash or card?'

  'I always pay in cash,' the scarred man said, counting out bills from his wallet. He handed them over and as he leaned forward, Otis noticed a silver amulet in the shape of a wolf's tooth hanging from a leather cord around the man's neck.

  'What brings you all the way out here?' he asked, 'Road don't go nowhere except into nothing. You're a long way from civilization.'

  'We like it that way.'

  'Fair enough. But if I were you, I'd keep on moving. The sheriff doesn't like strangers.'

  'Thanks for the warning. Keep the change.' The feller left the store and got back into the Jeep. As the vehicle pulled out of the gas station, Otis reached beneath the counter and picked up two sketches Sheriff Ronson had given him weeks ago. Yep, that was the feller alright. That scar was too unique, there was no mistake. And the other sketch was definitely the blonde. Ronson had also given him a sketch of a dark-haired woman but she hadn't been with the other two. 'Let me know immediately if you see these people,' Ronson had said. Well he could go fuck himself. The man was creepy and he had creepy visitors from out of town. Fuck him. The feller in the Jeep had been pleasant enough. Probably got that scar in the war, serving the country. Ronson could take a flying leap.

  *

  'What do you think?' Sarah asked as they approached the town of Promise, 'shall we stay a couple of nights?'

  Logan thought for a moment then shook his head. 'The guy in the gas station said the sheriff doesn't like strangers. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves. Let's keep on going through town. We'll find somewhere to sleep tonight. We could always rough it.'

  'Rough it?' Sarah declared with mock shock, 'Why Mr James, I do believe you are trying to get out of paying for a hotel room. Whatever are we going to do?'

  Logan watched the small town of Promise pass by his window. When they were past the main street and past the outskirts and past the town limits and back on the open road, he said, 'We're going to do the best that we can.'

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One - Hope

  Chapter Two - React

  Chapter Three - Help

  Chapter Four - Change

  Chapter Five - Bite

  Chapter Six - Cage

  Chapter Seven - Wild

  Chapter Eight - Promise

  Author's Note