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impatient expression. “The full moon is in three days.” Along with the peak of her heat, but he wasn’t thinking about that. “And it will be the first howl since your father’s death. It would be a perfect opportunity for me to see the dynamics of the pack and to get the answers to the Silverback alpha’s questions. If you can put up with me for another seventy-two hours, I’ll leave after that without a fuss.”
“Why? Give me a good reason. I have every right to order a non-pack member out of pack territory. I don’t have to let you stay.”
“You do if you want to avoid a clan war.”
He saw her pause, saw his words sink in and make her think. He kept his gaze level, but unthreatening. He needed her to know he meant what he said, but he didn’t want to come across as any more hard-nosed or unyielding than he had to. He walked a delicate tightrope, but his balance had always been good.
“Winters would really take it that far? That’s insane. It shouldn’t matter to him who leads this pack, so long as they aren’t intending to lead it into his business. And trust me, I’m not. So why does he care?”
“The White Paw pay fealty to the Silverback. It’s his job to care.” Honor rolled her eyes. “I so don’t need this shit. Not now. Not here. Not a fucking chance.”
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Logan shrugged. “You’ve got it anyway. Now what are you going to do about it?”
She slammed her feet into battered hiking boots with a snarled curse. “Right now, I’m going back to the house to change, and then I’m going back to work.
Some of us have real jobs where we have to be constructive and accomplish things.”
He suppressed a smile at that dig. She was cute when she was mad. And she’d probably rip his intestines out through his nostrils if he mentioned that fact. “Gotcha. I think I’m going to go get a shirt at least, and then maybe take a look around. See if I can meet some of the pack. You know, basically stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong. See you at dinner?” Logan watched her stalk off back toward the house, grinning a wolfish grin.
He hadn’t come here expecting to find his mate, but damned if it didn’t appear that was exactly what he’d done. He wondered what she’d say when he informed her they’d be getting married and having cubs together. If he knew her at all, he guessed what she’d say didn’t bear repeating. But what the hell? Logan Hunter loved a challenge. And this one looked to be a doozy.
* * * * *
By the time Logan gathered and donned what was left of his clothes—
namely his blue jeans, his boots and one sock—and made his way back to the main house, Honor was long gone. He hadn’t really expected anything different, but some days, he just couldn’t quell that involuntary burst of optimism.
He jogged up to his room, which he’d learned was across the hall and down three doors from Honor’s, and grabbed a change of clothes. It took a second to brush himself free of the debris he’d picked up from the ground in the stoneyard, 57
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but he figured better to take a moment now than spend half the day fighting with a twig in his trousers.
He was still buttoning up a new shirt as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. All his exercise from this morning had made him hungry, even if it was still technically an hour or so ‘til lunch. He didn’t find Joey in the kitchen as he’d expected, but he did find a brief note on the counter explaining the timing of meals, the contents of the refrigerator and that he was free to help himself to anything that wasn’t on the neatly printed menu beside the note. He took Honor’s cousin at her word and foraged in the fridge, emerging with a half a rabbit and a full duck breast, cooked beautifully rare.
Sitting at the small kitchen table, he made short work of his snack before he wiped the grease off his hands with a dishtowel and pulled out his cell phone.
He noted gratefully
“Why? Give me a good reason. I have every right to order a non-pack member out of pack territory. I don’t have to let you stay.”
“You do if you want to avoid a clan war.”
He saw her pause, saw his words sink in and make her think. He kept his gaze level, but unthreatening. He needed her to know he meant what he said, but he didn’t want to come across as any more hard-nosed or unyielding than he had to. He walked a delicate tightrope, but his balance had always been good.
“Winters would really take it that far? That’s insane. It shouldn’t matter to him who leads this pack, so long as they aren’t intending to lead it into his business. And trust me, I’m not. So why does he care?”
“The White Paw pay fealty to the Silverback. It’s his job to care.” Honor rolled her eyes. “I so don’t need this shit. Not now. Not here. Not a fucking chance.”
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Logan shrugged. “You’ve got it anyway. Now what are you going to do about it?”
She slammed her feet into battered hiking boots with a snarled curse. “Right now, I’m going back to the house to change, and then I’m going back to work.
Some of us have real jobs where we have to be constructive and accomplish things.”
He suppressed a smile at that dig. She was cute when she was mad. And she’d probably rip his intestines out through his nostrils if he mentioned that fact. “Gotcha. I think I’m going to go get a shirt at least, and then maybe take a look around. See if I can meet some of the pack. You know, basically stick my nose in where it doesn’t belong. See you at dinner?” Logan watched her stalk off back toward the house, grinning a wolfish grin.
He hadn’t come here expecting to find his mate, but damned if it didn’t appear that was exactly what he’d done. He wondered what she’d say when he informed her they’d be getting married and having cubs together. If he knew her at all, he guessed what she’d say didn’t bear repeating. But what the hell? Logan Hunter loved a challenge. And this one looked to be a doozy.
* * * * *
By the time Logan gathered and donned what was left of his clothes—
namely his blue jeans, his boots and one sock—and made his way back to the main house, Honor was long gone. He hadn’t really expected anything different, but some days, he just couldn’t quell that involuntary burst of optimism.
He jogged up to his room, which he’d learned was across the hall and down three doors from Honor’s, and grabbed a change of clothes. It took a second to brush himself free of the debris he’d picked up from the ground in the stoneyard, 57
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but he figured better to take a moment now than spend half the day fighting with a twig in his trousers.
He was still buttoning up a new shirt as he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. All his exercise from this morning had made him hungry, even if it was still technically an hour or so ‘til lunch. He didn’t find Joey in the kitchen as he’d expected, but he did find a brief note on the counter explaining the timing of meals, the contents of the refrigerator and that he was free to help himself to anything that wasn’t on the neatly printed menu beside the note. He took Honor’s cousin at her word and foraged in the fridge, emerging with a half a rabbit and a full duck breast, cooked beautifully rare.
Sitting at the small kitchen table, he made short work of his snack before he wiped the grease off his hands with a dishtowel and pulled out his cell phone.
He noted gratefully
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