He ignored the tiny part of him that hoped otherwise.
THE MCKILLAN PACK headquarters were in the City of London, neutral territory. Most packs had some sort of offices there, but the McKillans had one of the biggest, covering several floors of New Bracken House, next to St Paul’s Cathedral. All the private offices and meeting rooms had been soundproofed, with just the open-plan areas left as they were.
They were sat in the largest meeting room now.
Alpha Michael McKillan, his two betas, and the ten pack members who’d been charged with the task of watching the prospective candidates.
Logan glanced around at the nervous faces beside him, Aaron among them.
They weren’t used to dealing with their alpha or his betas, face-to-face, like this. That usually happened if you’d done something that warranted punishment. There were plenty of other shifters in the chain of command between them.
But today was a special day.
Alpha McKillan stood, his impressive frame made even more so by the fact everyone else was sat down. He’d held a high-ranking position in MI5 when the shifters took over, strategically placed after years of hiding what he was. The McKillan pack held a number of positions in both MI5 and the Metropolitan police, along with others from the surrounding packs.
These days, all positions of power were held by shifters or humans affiliated to a pack.
They weren’t about to let history repeat itself.
The irony was, they’d turned themselves into exactly what they’d fought to overthrow.
Logan’s gaze drifted to the window. Somewhere out there were humans plotting and planning a way to overthrow the shifter hierarchy and take back what they’d lost? Logan didn’t blame them if they were. He’d do the same in their position.
Like his parent’s had.
He quickly focused back on McKillan before he got caught day-dreaming.
“The results are back from the clinics.” McKillan held up ten manila envelopes. He gestured to his betas. “Simon, Baker, and I, have shortlisted who we’d like you to pursue.” He handed the envelopes out. “Your team leaders have been informed, and you’re excused from normal duties for the next few weeks. You will, however, still report directly to them with your weekly progress. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Alpha,” they replied as one.
Logan picked up his envelope, heart racing.
Is Cole’s name inside?
Do I want it to be?
They waited for McKillan and his betas to leave before standing.
Aaron nudged him in the ribs. “My envelope is way fatter than yours, you jammy bastard.” He held his hand up, brandishing his envelope, and Logan had to admit it looked thicker than his.
“You’re just lucky.” He grinned and patted him on the shoulder.
“Dick.”
That made him laugh. “Come on, we can open them back at mine with a beer.”
They said their goodbyes to the others and headed out.
“THAT CAT OF yours better not attack me this time,” Aaron muttered as Logan unlocked the front entrance door to their building.
Logan snorted. “She didn’t attack you.”
“She bit my finger. Savagely.”
“Because you took too long feeding her that piece of chicken. I told you not to tease her.” He opened the door to his flat, and Smudge scaled him like a tree to sit on his shoulder. She took one look at Aaron and hissed.
“See,” he grumbled, following Logan inside. “She hates me.”
