Page 51 of Shadow of Fury

“Your scent, Logan. It’s mixed with another.” Dominic stared at him intently, “You didn’t just have sex. You mated with someone.”

“Fuck.” He hadn’t thought about that either.

He’d been too busy beating himself up to realize that his friend would be able to scent the change in him. He had to be covered in Wren’s scent after what they’d done but it was more than that. His scent and hers were mixed now, irreversibly, so that anyone who encountered them would know that they were part of a mated pair.

“Literally, it seems.” Dominic smirked and when Logan shot a glare at him he shrugged. “Tell me about it. About her? Or him? I thought…”

“I know what you thought. The same thing we all thought. But it’s complicated.” He glanced around the apartment and sighed, “Do you mind if I take a shower? We can talk after.”

Dominic seemed confused by the request but he nodded, “Sure. First door on your right down the hall. Towels are in the cabinet. You want some clean clothes?”

“That would be great.”

“I’ll see what I have that might fit you.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Dominic gave him a reassuring pat on the back before disappearing down the hall towards what must be his bedroom.

Logan slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water as hot as it would go. He pulled off the clothes he had only so recently just tugged back on, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He stepped into the steaming shower and stuck his head directly under the spray of water, hissing when the heat pounded at his head.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the past few hours. Hell, the past few days. He had come home to repair the things in the pack that were broken. He’d had no intention of making things worse but that’s exactly what he’d done to Wren.

Everything he did hurt her and now he had to worry about anything that happened to him affecting her through the bond.

He opened his eyes, trying to wipe away the image of her beautiful face streaked with tears and pain. She was furious with him, again, and he deserved it. He’d told her to go ahead and hate him but damn if it didn’t break his heart that he couldn’t even explain himself. Not for his own benefit, but for hers.

He had loved Lark once, sure. But the way he’d felt about her had been clouded with teenage lust and big dreams. Lark had been fun and exciting. Being with her had always felt on the verge of dangerous and ultimately, it had ended in disaster.

But being with Wren felt like coming home. She was fire and fury. She gave as good as she got. She was strong and determined. She was a fighter and she didn’t give up. The fact she was still looking for answers about her sister six years later proved that. She was his perfect match, born to lead the pack, at his side as his mate, his lover, his life and his Queen.

Logan washed himself with Dominic’s body wash quickly. Thinking about Wren as Queen of the pack brought back memories of his mother. Their conversation that afternoon had left him with so many more questions. He’d been trying to work them out in his head ever since but he needed to get out of his head now so he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

There was a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts sitting on the counter for him and he pulled them on. He hadn’t even heard Dominic open the door and leave the clothes for him. He snorted as he looked at himself in the mirror. The clothes were too big which figured since Dominic was built like a damn freight train. He rolled the shorts and the sleeves of the shirt before swiping the towel through his damp hair one more time.

He hung the damp towel on the back of the door and gathered up his own clothes before opening the door and returning to the living room.

Dominic was standing at the bar in the kitchen and grinned when he saw him, “Sorry, I couldn’t find anything else.”

“It’s fine.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“Good, I look how I feel then.” He slid onto a barstool opposite his friend. “At least I’m still taller than you.”

Dominic’s lips pulled upwards and he motioned to the plate in front of him, “I was making dinner before you got here.”

“You’re eating late.”

“I was on patrol and just got in.” He shrugged. “You want some of this?”

Logan eyed the bowl of pasta, “You made that?”

“Yep.”

“Is it edible?”

Dominic pointed his fork at him, “I’m a grown man. I can cook a meal, you dick.”