Chapter 37

LOGAN. In a lazy fashion, I sat on the edge of the bed in Mayor Simon’s guest room, still covered in bloodstained clothes. My hands were trembling not out of fear but rage. I didn’t know how much time had lingered but my gaze was glued to the marble floor while my mind had wandered elsewhere. The masked Alpha. He’d played us all and he was still somewhere hiding. But that wasn’t the painful part, it was the fact that I had no clue how to find this man. The gentle knock on the door disturbed my thoughts and before I could answer, Amy sauntered inside. She hadn’t changed her top too but she was carrying a small luggage bag. Her countenance on the other hand wasn’t welcoming like I had expected. “I figured you would need some clothes when I was coming,” she said as she placed the bag beside me. “Thank you,” I whispered and she hummed shortly. She turned towards the door but I quickly stood to hold her back. I held her shoulders and slowly turned her so she faced me. “You’re angry,” I