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the cold hard truth was that they needed to be prepared for a major war to happen. They needed
weapons and people. People they could trust. What they didn t need was Finn, Murphy and Zane off
running around instead of being there where they needed them.
The wolves weren t there anymore, and Logan knew Tah wouldn t call them back unless it was
an emergency. They all knew Jess and her mates were dealing with something big of their own. But
the pride did need additional people. Shifters preferably. Or at least those with some knowledge of
what it was the pride was facing. But it wasn t like they could just take an ad out in the paper.
Help Wanted. Anyone with experience kicking hunter ass. Shifting ability a plus.
That wouldn t go over well. And that left them where they were currently. Overworked and
spread far too thin. Three of them had been injured when Harlan Jones had attacked. Tah and Logan
had both been shot. Abby had been banged and bruised up. They d been lucky, very lucky. What
happened if luck ran out? What happened if there was an injury Diane and the Professor couldn t take
care of? What if one of them died?
He shook those thoughts from his head. They would only serve to drive him crazy. He headed
out the door at a jog and turned for the stairs, expecting to find Tah waiting impatiently for him, or at
least waiting to give him grief over taking so long. But he wasn t there so Logan went on down to the
main floor to see if someone else had caught Tah for something.
Hey, Logan, Kenzie said. I figured you d be in the control room with Reno and Tah.
What s up? he asked.
Kenzie looked a little uncomfortable.
Spill it, he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Just head to the control room, Kenzie answered quietly. You ll find out there.
Fuck! Logan roared and headed out to see what was going on. If it was more hunters, they
were screwed.
Chapter Six
Clara paced the room as she waited for Logan to return. She pulled the phone out from under
the mattress and checked the screen to make sure she and Logan hadn t damaged it when they d been
mating on the bed. Remembering that had her grinning like a loon. Then she paced a little more
waiting for Logan.
After several more minutes, she was wound tight. It didn t help that the phone was just lying on
the bed now, mocking her. She should have given it to Logan before he left, sort of out-of-sight, out-
of-mind thing. Now all she could think about was calling. Especially since Logan had pretty much
assured her it wouldn t be a problem. He d offered her his phone, said he d make sure Tah
understood how much it meant to her, and Logan hadn t exactly asked her to wait. Had it been
implied, though?
God, she hated this. She wanted to talk to her uncle and tell him all about Logan. She d found
her mate! Logan wouldn t care, would he? He d understand that she just needed to make the call,
particularly if it brought them the help they needed. Logan was her mate. Of course he d support her.
And once the rest of them understood she was calling for help and not to bring more trouble, they d
understand, too. At least, she prayed they would because she knew as she reached for the phone she
wasn t going to put it down this time.
It rang three times before anyone answered, and it wasn t the voice she was expecting to hear
when someone finally spoke.
Walker s Trading Post. How can I help you? Lydia s voice came over the line.
It s Clara.
Where the hell have you been? We ve been going crazy looking for you. You can t just
disappear every time you want.
Uncle Thomas knew where I was going.
Oh, Lydia answered, and Clara heard something in her voice.
What is it? What s going on?
Your uncle left just after you did. We haven t heard from him, either. I thought maybe the two
of you were together.
God, I hope he didn t go looking for me in Montana, Clara said. I really need to talk to him
Montana! Lydia exploded. I told you to stay away from there. Do you have a death wish?
I m not there anymore. I moved on. And the rise here is glorious when the sky awakens. It
was the code they were to use if they ever felt they had information about the one they all searched
for, the leader they prayed would come. Tah.
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