CHAPTER 66

  “I had forgotten how careless you could be when talking to witches,” Greg said after about twenty minutes of silence.

  “She agreed to help us,” I said, “What’s the big issue?”

  “How did she know your name?” Logan asked and Greg beat me to an answer.

  “Because little Miss. I like to talk to witches told her,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

  “I didn’t know that we weren’t supposed to tell her,” I said, “I was trying to be nice.”

  “Well now she’s way too into your head.” Greg complained and I rolled my eyes.

  “I have nothing to hide.”

  “It’s not just about you,” he yelled and Logan let out a growl that made me jump slightly.

  “Don’t yell at her,” he said in a dangerously low voice and Greg went silent, “Apologize.”

  The expression on Logan’s face is one I’ve seen only a handful of times and because of how nice he is I sometimes forget what he’s capable of. He isn’t the Alpha of a pack for no reason.