Page 82 of Chaos At Second Sight

I chuckled. “Good to know I don’t need to fix Cedric’s bones.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t think I’m not still watching, Bunny Doc. I know who talked to you—and how they talked to you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“The apartment is full of wolves.” Logan shrugged. “I have to protect my bunny.”

“I’m a wolf, too.”

Logan chuckled. “You’re a bunny pretending to be a wolf.”

“Logan!”

He scooped me up and set me on his lap. “I love it when you squeak my name like that.”

“I don’t squeak! Rude!”

“Thank you. My gorgeous mate always calls me that. It’s my favorite word now.” He handed me a drink. “Here. I got you a cider.”

“He made a freshman drive to three supermarkets looking for it,” Killian announced around a mouthful of hot dog.

I gazed at my mate with severity. “That’s not nice, Logan.”

“Why?”

“You bullied younger wolves!”

Logan took a sip of his beer, watching me with half-lidded eyes. “I wouldn’t use the word bullied. We don’t make fun of them.”

“Right. I’d call it weaponized seniority.”

“But the ciders were for you! You don’t like beer, I had no time to get them, and the freshman asked if I needed anything,” he semi-whined.

Logan wasn’t arrogant because he wanted to be; he was simply used to people doing things for him. It was how he’d been raised.

“So?” I settled down into another chair. “Whenever you don’t have time to do something nice yourself, you’ll just send someone else?” A rhetorical question, the answer obvious.

“I’ll always find time for you, Bunny Doc.” His expression softened before he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “If you really want to know, before training I needed to get your favorite matcha for your breakfast tomorrow. But the only shop with that brand was on Golden Fur territory.”

“You snuck over there? That’s an hour away!”

“I cut through the woods. Don’t worry, I got enough to last six months. Matcha doesn’t expire for at least a year. I checked.” He planted a loud kiss on my cheek to close the matter. “Next time I can go get cider for my bunny. See? Problem solved.”

He had crossed into another territory without permission to buy me breakfast and sent a freshman on a multi-supermarket quest for cider. Why did he always make me want to hug him and scold him at the exact same time?

“Want to call it a night?” he asked.

I took the longest sip, the cold drink cooling my throat. “Let’s call it.”

“Behold!” Killian shot up, spreading his arms. “The first litter of pups on the way!”

The apartment had filled up. Every corner seemed to contain a wolf, and it was just a Thursday night. I imagined Lachlan’s apartment looked similar right now.

The more time I spent with Logan, the more similarities I found between him and my twin. Both thrived in a crowd but kept only a handful of true friends, competition flowed through their veins, and there was something about them that made them the shepherds and everyone else the flock.

Stubborn enough to build a pack from nothing, strong enough to tear it apart. And then there was wereball, their greatest love. The image of them facing each other on the field made my smile fade. Maybe them becoming friends was nothing but delusion.

Logan guided me upstairs, stopping every few steps as packmates called his name. He greeted every single one without a hint of annoyance. I was impressed.