Chapter Six.

I wanted to be anywhere other than in Logan's arms. I wasn't used to being embraced by a strange muscular man that continued to sniff my hair and could shift into a giant wolf at will. I was still frozen in his arms, his huge frame swallowing me up as he hid me from view of those in the kitchen. I could feel him breathing heavily against my neck, every inhalation causing a disconcerting shiver to go up my spine.

The room was filled with tension as footsteps could be heard hitting the laminated floor by those that were wise enough to escape the kitchen and the argument that was about to break out. It seemed that it was inevitable that Logan was about to argue with who I guessed was his dad, the voice that had spoken before with so much authority and anger underlying his tone.