Read The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna Online
Authors: R.E. Butler
The back door slammed open
and the male that had attacked Reika came flying out yelling, “They’re
coming!” Just seconds behind him, wolves poured out, Logan and Bo in the lead.
“I’ll see you soon, fairy
bitch.” Jasper smiled in a way that chilled Jenna to the bone. Jasper and his
crew grabbed their fallen man and fled. Several wolves jumped onto motorcycles
and into cars and took off after them as Logan gathered Jenna in his arms and
hugged her tightly.
“Are you hurt, baby?” His
face was buried in her neck but she could still hear him.
“I’m okay.”
One of the women said, “He
grabbed her pretty hard, she’s probably going to be bruised a bit. McKenna
stopped the worst of it when she nailed the guy.”
Logan lifted his head and
Jenna saw the look of surprise on his face.
The woman snorted and kicked
at the ground with the toe of her heeled boot. “I know what you guys think of
me, but I’m part of this pack. She’s your mate and worthy of our protection.”
“Thank you, Lindy,” Logan
said.
Lindy nodded and turned back
to her friends. After speaking to Peter and Tina, who had come out of the bar,
the three women put their weapons back in their cars and went into the bar.
Logan said, “A couple of new
guys started a fight in the bar. They were human, so I didn’t think anything
about it. I broke up the fight and escorted them out. By the time I got back
inside, there was another fight, and this one was even worse. Chairs were
thrown, bottles were broken. It was a riot.” Logan lifted one hand to her
cheek. “I thought you were safe in the bathroom with Reika. Until I heard you
scream my name.”
Peter said, “It was clearly a
distraction.”
Logan growled. “A good one.
They waited until she left the room and then distracted me. I’m sorry, baby.”
“For what? I’m okay now.”
He ran his hands down her
arms and opened up her fists. She hadn’t realized she was squeezing her hands
together tightly. A scrap of T-shirt fabric was gripped in one hand.
Logan picked it up from her
hand and tossed it aside. Jenna snatched it out of the air and said, “We need
to call the hospital.”
“Are you hurt? What’s
wrong?” Logan asked anxiously.
“No, no. Brigid can do a
locating spell on the fabric and find out where the males are!”
* * * * *
Two hours later, Jenna and
Logan were sitting inside the kitchen of Brigid’s small home. The cabin,
located behind a garden center in the town of Lucks, was warm and inviting. It
made Jenna feel homesick.
Brigid set cups of
mellaro
tea in front of them both, and Jenna inhaled the spicy, sweet steam and wrapped
her hands around the stoneware mug.
Brigid picked up the scrap of
fabric and looked at it. “This belonged to one of the attackers?”
“Yes. I was trying to get him
to let me go and ripped his shirt when I was scratching him.”
Brigid hummed in her throat,
rose from the table, and left the room.
“Can she really find him with
just a piece of his shirt?” Logan asked. Jenna could hear the skepticism in
his voice, but she didn’t let it bother her. Things that were normal to her
were strange to Logan, and vice versa.
She traced a crack in the
worn tabletop and said, “How do you think Jasper found me?”
“What?” His brow furrowed in
confusion.
“My parents said Maximus was
missing. He can cast spells. I’d bet anything that he’s working with Jasper
and has something of mine that he used to find me here in this realm. Maybe a
scrap of my dress from when they abducted me.”
Logan’s lips curled back when
he growled. “I’m going to tear his fucking head off.”
Brigid came back into the
room with a bundle of objects in her arms. “No you won’t, young wolf. You’ll
find the errant fairy and take him back to the Fae Realm to be punished
accordingly. To become his judge, you would cause your mate to be shunned by
her own people.” She paused and stared at him. “You don’t have to return him
in perfect condition, however.”
Logan said, “As if that were
even an option. I’ll try to control myself so he’s at least breathing by the
time he gets back to his realm.”
The corner of Brigid’s mouth
turned up. Turning her attention back to the scrap of fabric, she laid out the
things she had brought from the other room: a map of the state of Kentucky, a
navy blue taper candle, a box of matches, and a small stone bowl.
Brigid opened the map and
stretched it out on the table. She placed the stone bowl in the center of the
map and tore the fabric in half, pushing one piece aside and laying the other
piece inside the bowl. She lit a match and dropped it into the bowl, chanting
low in the old fae-language. The material flared quickly and burned up,
leaving only ash behind.
Another match was lit and the
flame was touched to the wick of the candle. Brigid held it upright for
several moments as she began a new chant, and then she turned it sideways so
that the wax dripped into the bowl. She began to chant faster and the wax
melted quickly, running into the bowl like water. Tipping the bowl over onto
the map, she dropped the last of the candle into it and held her hands over the
melted wax. Her body began to glow with a faint blue light and her wings
extended from her back, ripping through her top. They unfurled and she glowed
brighter, the wax bubbling and moving under her hand as she closed her eyes and
spoke the location spell in a loud, clear voice.
Jenna had seen spell casters
all her life and always been in awe of their abilities, but she’d never seen
anything as impressive as what Brigid had done. Her eyes opened on the last
word of the spell and her hands separated, revealing three blobs of wax around
the name of a town.
On the surface of the wax
blobs were three crystal-clear images. One was the face of the man that had
grabbed Jenna, the second was the number one-forty-nine, and the third was the
word Robin.
“Fuck me,” Logan said with
awe in his voice.
Jenna chuckled. “Well, that
guy is the one that snatched me. What do you think the number and word mean,
Brigid?”
“I believe they are the
street number and name of the location where the male is. The town the wax
surrounds is named Dartly.” Brigid leaned back in her chair, her wings
receding and her glow fading.
Logan pulled out his cell.
“One-forty-nine Robin in Dartly,” he muttered under his breath. Jenna leaned
over and looked at the screen. He was searching a map program.
“There’s a Robin Street and
Robin Drive.” He looked at her. “I’m going to give the map to Teller.”
“He’ll find Jasper and his
pack?”
“Without a doubt.”
Brigid stood when Logan did
and said, “Just a moment.” She moved quickly out of the room and Jenna stood
next to Logan, leaning into side.
She returned with a linen
satchel. “You smell like a male, Jenna. It’s unpleasant to the nose.”
Jenna laughed and Logan
growled under his breath. “It’s alright, Logan. Some fairies have sensitive
noses, and I really do prefer my own homemade soaps and lotions.”
“And tea, from my own herb
garden.”
Jenna hugged the short woman
with a laugh and thanked her. She had not been very fond of the mass-produced
organic teas available in the market that Logan took her to. She couldn’t wait
until her own garden was ready for harvest and she could make her own teas and
personal items.
When they left Brigid’s house
and Logan held open the truck door for her, he snagged her close with his arm
around her waist and buried his face in her neck, taking a deep breath. The
sound from his throat was a wolfy purr. “You definitely don’t smell like a
male.”
He kissed her on the cheek. “What
do I smell like then?” she asked.
“Mine,” he answered simply
and shut the door.
Teller met Logan at his home
on Friday morning. He was tired as hell, but his desire to keep Jenna safe
from harm drove him to find Jasper and put an end to his terror.
“Jenna’s asleep,” Logan said in
a low voice as he let Teller inside.
Teller nodded. “How is she?”
“Good, considering that they
might have gotten away with it if three pack females hadn’t shown up when they
did.”
Logan led him into the kitchen
and poured coffee for both of them.
Teller fixed his coffee and
took a drink. “I heard that Lindy was the one that spurred the other two to
action.” Lindy was one of the mid-ranked females and had a reputation for
trying to fuck her way into better standing in the pack by mating with a higher-ranked
male. It hadn’t worked, and she’d become more and more bitter. McKenna and
Faith were her close friends. The three females weren’t the sort to put their
necks out for others.
“It’s true. McKenna took the
guy carrying Jenna out with a crowbar and Lindy and Faith kept them busy until
we got there. It was close, though. Lindy surprised me. The way she’s
behaved in the last few months…I never would have guessed that she would be
willing to step in and risk her own neck. She had no idea what those males
were capable of.”
Teller hummed in thought.
“Maybe she’s tired of her rep in the pack? Maybe underneath the heavy perfume
and trampy clothing is a kind person.”
Logan made a disbelieving
sound.
“You don’t think people can
change?” Teller asked.
Logan knew very well that
people could change, since he himself had been a rather sketchy character at
one point. “I didn’t say that. I don’t think about Lindy or the others
because they’re not my mates. I’m surprised that they helped, but I’m
incredibly glad that they did.”
Logan slid a map of Kentucky
between them. Teller looked at the three blurred blotches and touched one.
“Wax?” Teller asked.
Logan told him about the
location spell that Brigid had cast. Logan was still amazed that with just a
scrape of fabric she had been able to find the wolf who wore the shirt.
“Somewhere in Dartly, one of the males that tried to take Jenna is staying.
It’s either 149 Robin Road or 149 Robin Drive. They’re both residential
neighborhoods, and there’s no way to tell for certain which one is the location
until we go. I don’t want to wait too long, because we have no way of knowing
whether it’s a temporary location for the pack or if that one member lives
there alone.”
Teller nodded thoughtfully.
“I’ll put a team together and we’ll go in the afternoon.”
Logan pushed a scrap of shirt
material towards him. “This is the other half of the shirt. Can you do
anything with it?”
Teller picked up the fabric.
“Yeah.”
Logan didn’t know exactly how
Teller’s tracking abilities worked, but he’d seen them in action. Teller could
find anyone, anywhere.
They spoke for a few more
minutes and then Teller headed out. Logan knew that he would call when he had
information. He locked the front door and walked back to the bedroom. Jenna
was sleeping soundly, her hair like a dark curtain around her and her pink lips
parted slightly.
Stripping, he climbed
carefully into bed so he didn’t wake her. He curled around her back, pressing
a kiss to her bare shoulder and slipping his arm around her waist. He fell
asleep quickly, thankful for her safety.
* * * * *
Logan sat with Bo, Jason,
Michael, and Toby in an SUV two blocks away from the house at 149 Robin Drive.
The other address had been a bust — the home of two elderly humans who had no
pack connections.
Teller had left the SUV,
melting into the shadows and disappearing.
After several tense moments,
Logan’s phone beeped with a text from Teller.
House smells empty. Do
you want to go in?
Logan repeated the text out
loud.
Jason cracked his neck.
“Someone needs to stay in the truck in case we need to bolt.”
Toby said, “I will, Jason.”
“Good man,” Jason said,
getting out from behind the wheel. Logan texted Teller that they were joining
him. The rest of them exited the vehicle and crossed the street, trying to
stay in the shadows of the trees the way that Teller had. Toby stayed behind,
sitting in the driver’s seat.
They found Teller crouched
near a back patio, holding the swatch of fabric. “He definitely lives here,
his scent is really strong. But I don’t hear or smell anyone, so the house
should be clear.”
Jason jimmied the back door
open and they walked silently inside. When the door was shut, Logan and Bo went
to check around upstairs while Teller and Jason checked the first floor and
Michael took the basement.