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I stepped toward Logan with my finger outstretched, ready to give him a piece of my mind. Jasper was friendly, and Logan… Logan was troubled. One minute, he looked like he wanted to drag me to bed, and the next, he looked like he wanted to flay me alive. His feral moodiness couldn’t dictate my life.

Flynn cut in front of me, trotted over to Logan, and lowered his voice so much I had to use my shifter hearing to eavesdrop. “She has a point, you know,” he said. “They knew that we were meeting at Six-Mile, and we must assume that they know she was there too.”

“We have more warriors and more resources,” Logan began.

Flynn shook his head. “They knew when she was training in Willow Creek, and whoever they are, they sent an attack force to capture her. Until we figure out how they knew all these things, maybe she’d be safer here at Red Tail.”

Logan looked me over as though he wanted to devour me. The harshness around his mouth gave him a sullen look, and his fingerstwitched as though he wanted to rake them through his hair. He did that each time I frustrated him to no end.

And it was as sexy as hell…

The image of his bare, muscular chest skittered through my brain and shattered any rational thought. Panting, moaning, growling my name in my ear as he lifted me up onto a bed…

Yeah, there was no way I could spend a substantial amount of time around Logan.

Not without fucking his brains out.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

emma

Well, crap.

That was not what I meant to think, and none of it was helpful in the current situation. Staying mad at him was the only way I was going to get out of this unscathed. I didn’t have to know Logan well to know a relationship with him would be all-consuming. He would demand it. I shivered, biting back a little whimper.

If I hadn’t been convinced that I needed to stay at Red Tail before, I surely was now. If I took up residence at Six-Mile, I wouldn’t be able to push Logan away for long. Even now, I wanted to drag him somewhere private and fuck away our differences.

Maybe that was all we needed….

Logan’s gaze cut to me, and his eyes darkened as though he heard my thoughts. “What do you think about that, Emma?”

“I’m sorry. What?”

Flynn blinked as though he was surprised I hadn’t been paying attention.

They were probably all surprised. I was, too.

Logan’s upper lip curled, and he enunciated carefully. “You may stay here until we figure out who sent the rogue shifters who attacked you and who has been feeding them information.”

You may.

He spoke as if he wasallowingme to be here, but I couldn’t get hung up on the language. I had to maintain focus for the goal. Logan was going to give up his ridiculous idea to force me back to Six-Mile, and that was what I wanted.

“In exchange, we will have open communication between our clans as well as a sharing of all relevant information,” Logan continued. “This is the treaty. Is this agreeable to you, as the multimorph?”

My gaze drifted over him. This was what had to happen, so I could be free to train in my abilities without all his… distraction.

“It’s agreeable,” I said. “I will remain here while you go back to Six-Mile and clean house.”

His nostrils flared, and the corner of my mouth twitched. He hadn’t liked my assertion, and it gave me a twinge of satisfaction.

Jasper clapped his hands. “That settles it. Ye’ll stay in my den, and we’ll get started right away.”

Flynn escorted Logan from the council den. Loganwas probably seething over the unintended consequence of my new, volunteer roomie, but his paws were tied. He had to abide by the decision, and my laughter didn’t help at all.

Tuesday Morning

“Get up. Get up.” Jasper poked at me for the third time.