Chapter 613. Called into the Forge

Twenty minutes is all it takes to get fully suited in my Endovian shifting clothes, halter, and knife belt. Misty watches me examine each blade before sliding them into position, metal gleaming in the star soaked darkness. She’s dressed similarly, and her eyes hold a silent promise. 

We already lost Maeve. 

We’re not losing Logan, too. 

We have no idea why he ran away to, but I’m sure as hell about to find out. 

Cole’s staying with the kids, and Ryan’s staying behind to gather his troops to begin the search for Maeve. 

It’s probably close to 3:00 A.M when Misty and I set out, following Logan’s scent. He doesn’t leave the village by the road, however. His scent follows the trail toward the lake.

I stand on the edge of the dock in my wolf form. He was here, but his scent is faint. He was on the move, that’s for sure, and as we follow his scent up and over the mountain, past the hot springs, I start to wonder what he was