Logan held my hand in a firm grip the entire ride. He would occasionally squeeze it softly to let me know he was still with me but he never spoke.
I couldn’t help the array of nerves that fluttered in my body as we walked through the pack house corridors. He led me to his office where Jake was standing guard at the door.
Jake glanced at me before turning to Logan, “Well, there aren’t any dead bodies today.” He said in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere.
The corner of my lips lifted but Logan remained stoic as Jake pushed the door open. My eyes immediately went through the office, not noticing anything out of place.
“You’re looking in the wrong place.” Jake said finally.
He shut the door and there etched on the back of the door was the same snake symbol we saw at the border.
“The good news is; it’s fading.” Jake spoke up, “The one on the tree at the border disappeared completely so I imagine this one will fade too.”