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“I know. I wish there was a way for you to tell me what you know too but there’s not. Not while he’s alive.” Logan ran a hand through his hair and tried to think. “Maybe there are others who know the truth?”
“If there are, he’ll have done the same to them.” Dominic scowled. “He might be a prick but he’s a smart prick who has been covering his tracks for a long time.”
“Logan…” Darren pulled his attention back to him as he cleared his throat. “Have you visited with your mother since you returned?”
Logan’s brow furrowed at the strange change in topic but when Darren continued to stare at him, holding his gaze, the question beneath the question finally sank in. It wasn’t a change of topic at all. Darren was giving him a hint, a nudge in the right direction. He thought Logan’s mother might have the answers he needed but he couldn’t say that much.
“No, I haven’t but I’ve been meaning to.”
He hadn’t thought about what his mother might know. She would definitely be under her husband’s control though, wouldn’t she? Or maybe his father hadn’t bothered to keep her as tightly under his thumb as he had others since she was bedridden and knocking on death’s door. Maybe that could work in Logan’s favor if she felt like making a confession.
“I’d move it up your priorities list.” Darren urged and Logan nodded.
“I think I’ll go and speak with her now actually, while Dad is at the office.” Logan glanced around at the others. “I appreciate you all taking the time to meet with me and I’m sorry I can't make any promises right now but I hope you know that whatever I decide to do, it will be for the good of the pack.”
“So you’re not planning to cut and run again?” Dillon nonchalantly swung his legs while asking the pointed question.
Logan put a hand on Dominic’s shoulder before he could yell at his youngest brother for voicing the question that more than one of them must have been thinking, “No. I’m home and I don’t have any plans to leave again.”
In the back of his mind, his wolf hummed happily at his words and he pushed the animal back down. This wasn’t about Wren. It wasn’t about the mating bond. This was about his pack and he needed to help them. That meant sticking around, even if it was counterproductive to his need to stay as far away from his fated mate as possible.
“Good.” Dillon slid off the counter in one smooth move and landed on his feet. “You get to work then, and so will we.”
He turned and left out the back door and a few of the others followed him. Others looked at their watches and began whispering amongst themselves. Dominic ran a hand over his face and shot Logan an apologetic look.
“Sorry, that didn’t exactly go as planned.”
“It went fine. At least now I know that I wouldn’t be alone if I had to wrest the pack from my father’s deadly grip.”
“You were never going to have to do that alone.” Dominic put a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks. I should head back to the house to talk to my mom.”
“Wait here with me for a few minutes. We have a system of leaving so we draw less attention. A whole group of us coming out of the alley is suspicious but one or two is just a patrol making the rounds.”
“Smart.”
“Sometimes I manage.” Dominic snorted. “I’ll drive you out to the house if you want.”
“I think I should probably do this alone.” Logan winced at what lay before him.
“Okay. Well, take my truck and then when you’re done you can bring it back to town along with your stuff. You can stay with me until you figure something else out if you want.”
Logan grinned at his friend, “I didn’t even ask yet…”
“But I knew you would. You can’t stay in that house another night.”
“Thanks man.”
“Don’t mention it.” Dominic glanced around the room and then gave his father a brief nod before turning, “Come on. I’ll show you where the truck is parked and give you the keys to it and a spare to my place so you can come and go as you please.”
Logan followed him, and if he dragged his feet just a little bit, it was only because the idea of seeing his dying mother filled him with even more dread than seeing his father alive had.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By the time Wren showed up at her childhood home, Raven was in full on hostess mode. There were streamers hung along one wall of the living room along with a plastic banner proclaiming it was time to party. There were even a couple of balloons floating around the ceiling and a bouquet of flowers sat in the middle of the coffee table. Wren paused long enough to read the card beside the flowers, noting her sister had signed her name for her, and then she continued into the kitchen.
Just as she’d expected, Raven was at the stove stirring a pot and chattering about her day while their mother sat placidly at the kitchen table, a small smile on her otherwise blank face. Their father was nowhere to be seen.