What the fuck are they doing here?
He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in deep. Two or three of his pack were close by, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out where. Logan recognised two of them—his mate Rob. And fucking Paul.
Heart rate picking up, he set off towards Cole’s house at a jog, only slowing to a walk again when he was about fifteen feet away. The scents were more concentrated here.
Definitely inside then.
Logan marched up the path to the front door. Every part of him poised and ready for what might be waiting for him. His reason for being there was legit. Paul should’ve known he was meeting with Cole today. It would be in the office timetable for anyone to see.
They’d know that he’d be waiting. Why the fuck hadn’t anyone let him know?
A mix of anger and apprehension bubbled inside him as he approached Cole’s front door. They couldn’t possibly know, could they? He’d been careful when he’d spoken to Cole, kept a constant lookout to make sure they weren’t overheard.
Unless Cole had told someone after all?
No. They’d have come for Logan first.
If the pack knew about his involvement with the human resistance, then he’d already be languishing in a shifter jail right about now.
He knocked on the door. Whatever had happened, he was about to find out.
Rob answered, his broad frame filling the doorway, blocking Logan’s view of whoever might be behind him. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed, expression grim. Then added, “Fucking Paul.”
What the hell was he doing in there?
Logan nodded. What else could he do?
Rob turned and led the way into the kitchen, and Logan swallowed down his surprise at what he saw there.
Cole and his parents sat around the table with Paul. The other shifter—who Logan now recognised as a member of Paul’s team—stood off to one side.
They were both armed.
Why the fuck did they have weapons? This wasn’t a raid. Cole’s family wasn’t under arrest. It was bad enough that there were three huge shifters in their fucking kitchen, there was no need for guns, too.
“Logan.” Paul acknowledged. “Take a seat.”
Logan pulled the chair out next to Cole’s mum, opposite Cole. He glanced around the table at them. They all looked fucking terrified. “What’s going on? You know I was waiting for Cole in the park, right?”
“I do, but there wasn’t time to inform you.”
Absolute bollocks.
Logan was tempted to wave his phone in Paul’s face. A text would’ve taken all of ten seconds.
“Why are you here?” He didn’t ask about their guns, but he gave Paul’s a pointed look.
“We were informed by the Davidson Pack that Cole was thinking about talking to other packs about a possible affiliation.”
Logan shot a look at Cole. His gaze was focused on his hands, clasped together on top of the table, but his expression told Logan that it was true.
Why would he do something so fucking stupid? Why?
“Oh?”
“I take it you knew nothing about this?” Paul smirked. Making Logan look bad would no doubt be the highlight of his day.
Logan had no choice but to tell the truth. “No.”
